Chico Buarque — Roda viva song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Roda viva" by Chico Buarque.
Lyrics
Tem dias que a gente se sente
Como quem partiu ou morreu
A gente estancou de repente
Ou foi o mundo ento que cresceu
A gente quer ter voz ativa
No nosso destino mandar
Mas eis que chega a roda viva
E carrega o destino pra l Roda mundo, roda-gigante
Roda moinho, roda pio
O tempo rodou num instante
Nas voltas do meu corao
A gente vai contra a corrente
At no poder resistir
Na volta do barco que sente
O quanto deixou de cumprir
Faz tempo que a gente cultiva
A mais linda roseira que h Mas eis que chega a roda viva
E carrega a roseira pra l Roda mundo (etc.)
A roda da saia, a mulata
No quer mais rodar, no senhor
No posso fazer serenata
A roda de samba acabou
A gente toma a iniciativa
Viola na rua, a cantar
Mas eis que chega a roda viva
E carrega a viola pra l Roda mundo (etc.)
O samba, a viola, a roseira
Um dia a fogueira queimou
Foi tudo iluso passageira
Que a brisa primeira levou
No peito a saudade cativa
Faz fora pro tempo parar
Mas eis que chega a roda viva
E carrega a saudade pra l Roda mundo (etc.)
Andr Velloso — Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
alvnet@altavista.net
Lyrics translation
There are days that we feel
Like who left or died
We stalled suddenly
Or was the world then that grew
We want to have an active voice
In our destiny to send
But here comes the living wheel
And carries the fate to L wheel World, Ferris wheel
Mill wheel, pio wheel
Time swirled in an instant
In the turns of my korao
We go against the current
At not being able to resist
On the turn of the boat that feels
How much has ceased to comply
It's been a while since we've been cultivating
The most beautiful rose h but here comes the wheel alive
And carries the rose to the World Wheel (etc .)
The skirt wheel, the mulatto
No longer want to spin, in the Lord
I can't serenade you
The samba wheel is over
We take the initiative
Viola on the street, singing
But here comes the living wheel
And loads the viola to the World Wheel (etc .)
The samba, the viola, The Rose
One day the bonfire burned
It was all fleeting delusion
That the first Breeze took
In the chest longing captivates
Makes out pro Time stop
But here comes the living wheel
And carries the longing for the World Wheel (etc .)
Andr Velloso-Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
alvnet@altavista.net