Mar e Lua - Ao Vivo - Mônica Salmaso , Chico Buarque Übersetzung ins Englische

Mar e Lua - Ao Vivo

Amaram o amor urgente
As bocas salgadas pela maresia
As costas lanhadas pela tempestade
Naquela cidade distante do mar
Amaram o amor serenado
Das noturnas praias
Levantavam as saias
E se enluaravam de felicidade
Naquela cidade que não tem luar
Amavam o amor proibido
Pois hoje é sabido
Todo mundo conta
Que uma andava tonta
Grávida de lua
E outra andava nua
Ávida de mar
E foram ficando marcadas
Ouvindo risadas, sentindo arrepios
Olhando pro rio tão cheio de lua
E que continua correndo pro mar
E foram correnteza abaixo
Rolando no leito
Engolindo água
Boiando com as algas
Arrastando folhas
Carregando flores
E a se desmanchar
E foram virando peixes
Virando conchas
Virando seixos
Virando areia
Prateada areia
Com lua cheia
E à beira-mar

Sea and Moon - Live

They loved urgent love, my dear,
Their mouths salty from the sea spray,
Their backs lashed by the tempest's play,
In that city far from the rolling sea.
They loved a love serene and calmed, my sweet,
Of nocturnal beaches, a moonlit retreat,
Lifting their skirts in the soft, sandy heat,
Bathed in moonbeams, oh so happy and fleet,
In that city where moonlight couldn't be.
They loved a love forbidden, you see,
For today it is known to all,
Everyone tells the story's thrall,
That one walked dizzy, in love's sweet call,
Pregnant with moonlight, about to fall,
And the other walked naked, giving her all,
Yearning for the ocean's enthralling sprawl.
And they were marked, forevermore,
Hearing laughter, feeling shivers to the core,
Looking at the river, so full of lunar lore,
And that continues flowing to the shore.
And they went downstream, with no delay,
Rolling in the riverbed, come what may,
Swallowing water, along the way,
Floating with the seaweed, in dreamy disarray,
Dragging leaves, as they gently sway,
Carrying flowers, in nature's ballet,
And dissolving away, day by day.
And they turned into fish, beneath the waves,
Turning into shells, in ocean's caves,
Turning into pebbles, the ocean raves,
Turning into sand, on the ocean's staves,
Silvery sand, in the moon's soft glaves,
With a full moon, the ocean saves,
And by the seashore, their memory engraves.