Paroles et traduction Clara Nunes - Clarice

Clarice

Ah muita gente apagada pelo tempo
Nos papéis desta lembrança que tão pouca me ficou
Igrejas brancas luas claras nas varandas
Jardins de sonho e cirandas foguetes claros no ar
Que mistério tem Clarice
Que mistério tem Clarice
Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração
Clarice era morena como as manhãs são morenas
Era pequena no jeito de não ser quase ninguém
Andou conosco caminhos de frutas e passarinhos
Mais jamais quis se dispir
Entre os meninos e os peixes
Entre os meninos e os peixes
Entre os meninos e os peixes do rio, do rio...
Que mistério tem Clarice
Que mistério tem Clarice
Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração
Tinha receio do frio, medo de assombração
O corpo que não mostrava feito de adivinhação
Os botões sempre fechados
Clarice tinha o recato de convento e procissão
Eu pergunto o mistério
Que mistério tem Clarice
Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração
Soldado fez continência, o coronel reverência
O padre fez penitência, três novenas e uma trezena
Mais Clarice era a inocência, nunca mostrou-se a ninguém
Fez-se modelo das lendas
Fez-se modelo das lendas
Das lendas que nos contaram as avós
Que mistério tem Clarice
Que mistério tem Clarice
Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração
Tem que um dia amanhecia e Clarice
Assistiu minha partida, chorando pediu lembrança
E vendo o barco se afastar de Amaralida
Desesperadamente linda, soluçando e lentamente
E lentamente despiu o corpo moreno
E entre todos os presentes
Até que seu amor sumisse
Permaneceu no adeus chorando e nua
Para que a tivesse toda
Todo tempo que existisse
Que mistério tem Clarice
Que mistério tem Clarice
Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração

Clarice

Oh, so many people have been erased by time
In the papers of this memory that so little I have left
White churches, bright moons on the balconies
Dream gardens and round dances, bright rockets in the air
What a mystery Clarice has
What a mystery Clarice has
To keep herself so firmly in my heart
Clarice was dark-haired like the mornings are dark-haired
She was small in the way she was almost nobody
She walked with us along paths of fruits and birds
But never wanted to undress
Among the boys and the fish
Among the boys and the fish
Among the boys and the fish of the river, of the river...
What a mystery Clarice has
What a mystery Clarice has
To keep herself so firmly in my heart
She was afraid of the cold, afraid of ghosts
The body that she didn't show was made of divination
The buttons always closed
Clarice had the modesty of a convent and a procession
I ask the mystery
What a mystery Clarice has
To keep herself so firmly in my heart
The soldier saluted, the colonel bowed
The priest did penance, three novenas and a thirteen-day devotion
But Clarice was innocence, she never showed herself to anyone
She became a model of legends
She became a model of legends
Of the legends that our grandmothers told us
What a mystery Clarice has
What a mystery Clarice has
To keep herself so firmly in my heart
One day the dawn came and Clarice
Watched me leave, crying, she asked for a memento
And seeing the boat go away from Amaralida
Desperately beautiful, sobbing and slowly
And slowly she undressed her dark body
And among all those present
Until her love disappeared
She remained in the farewell, crying and naked
So that she would have it all
All the time it would exist
What a mystery Clarice has
What a mystery Clarice has
To keep herself so firmly in my heart