Lyrics and translation Manu Lafer - Estrada Branca / This Happy Madness

Estrada branca, lua branca, noite alta, sua falta
Caminhando, caminhando, caminhando ao lado meu
Uma saudade, uma vontade tão doída de uma vida
Vida que morreu

Estrada, passarada, noite clara
Meu caminho é tão sozinho, tão sozinho a percorrer
Que mesmo andando para frente
Olhando a lua tristemente
Quanto mais ando mais estou perto de você

Se em vez de noite fosse dia, e o sol brilhasse e a poesia
E em vez de triste fosse alegre de partir
Se em vez de eu ver só minha sombra nessa estrada
Eu visse ao longo dessa estrada
Uma outra sombra a me seguir

Mas a verdade é que a cidade ficou longe
Ficou longe na cidade, se deixou meu bem-querer
Eu vou seguindo tão sozinho
Vou caminhando meu caminho
Vou caminhando com vontade de morrer

What should I call
This happy madness that i feel inside of me?
Some kind of wild october gladness
That I through I′d never see

What has become of all my sedness
All my endless lonely sighs?
Where are my sorrow now?

What happened to the frown?
And is that self contened clown
Standing there grinning in the mirror really me?

I'd like to run through Central Park
Carve your initials in the bark
Of every tree I pass
For everyone to see

I feel that I′ve gone back to childhood
And I'm skipping through the wild wood
So excited that I don't know what to do

What do I care if I′m a juvenile?
I smile my secret little smile
Because I know the change in me is you

What should I call this happy madness
All this unexpected joy
That turned the world into a baby′s boucing toy?

The Gods are laughing far above
One of them gave a little shove
And I feel gaily, gladly madly into love

Into love
Into love
Into love

Белая дорога, белая луна, ночь высока, ее отсутствие
Шел, шел, шел рядом мой
Тоску, желание так doída жизни
Жизнь, что умер

Дороги, passarada, ночь ясно
Мой путь так одинок, так одинок пройти
Что же, идя вперед,
Глядя на луну, грустно
Чем больше хожу тем больше я рядом с вами

Если бы вместо ночи был день, и солнце, сиять и литература
И вместо того, чтобы грустно было радостным с
Если вместо этого я вижу только, моя тень по этой дороге
Я видел, что вдоль этой дороги
Еще одна тень следовать за мной

Но правда в том, что город остался далеко
Остался далеко в городе, если не мой, хорошо-хотеть
Я буду следовать так одинок
Я буду ходить мой путь
Я буду ходить с готовность умереть

What should I call
This happy madness that i feel inside of me?
Some kind of wild october gladness
That I through I'd never see

What has become of all my sedness
All my endless lonely sighs?
Where are my sorrow now?

What happened to the хмуриться?
And is that self contened clown
Standing there, grinning in the mirror really me?

I'd like to run through Central Park
Carve your initials in the bark
Of every tree I pass
For everyone to see

I feel that I've gone back to childhood
And I'm skipping through the wild wood
So excited that I don't know what to do

What do I care if I'm a juvenile?
I smile my secret little smile
Because I know the change in me is you

What should I call this happy madness
All this unexpected joy
That turned the world into a baby's boucing toy?

The Gods are laughing far above
One of them gave a little shove
And I feel gaily, gladly безумно into love

Into love
Into love
Into love