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Cantando Ciranda na Beira do Mar

Ao modo de aves cruzando as alturas
Milhares de peixes vermelhos e azuis
Na cega certeza de algum que conduz
Percorrem distâncias nas águas escuras

Mas no oceano tem mais criaturas
Que esperam famintas pra lhes devorar
E aqueles que escapam vão ter de esbarrar
Que nem peregrinos exaustos de sede
Nos braços dos homens que arrastam a rede
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar

Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
Pegando carona nas grossas correntes
Se vão tartarugas de cascos brilhantes
Que embarcam no rumo de praias distantes
Que servem de berço pra seus descendentes
Que rasgam os ovos e emergem valentes
E correm sozinhas para se salvar

Mas só uma ou outra consegue chegar
Nas águas salgadas que impedem o abraço
Das garras das aves de bico de aço
Que cantam ciranda na beira do mar
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar

Coqueiros parecem vigias felizes
Que zombam do tempo que engole os humanos
E assim passam dias e meses e anos
Não cedem, não cansam, não tem cicatrizes

Mas o tempo aponta pra suas raízes
As águas começam a se aproximar
Roendo as entranhas pra lhes derrubar
Que nem condenados, pendendo, penosos
Nos braços dos ventos morrendo orgulhosos
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar

Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar

Com olhos de vidro de cores berrantes
Balançam edifícios de quarenta andares
Que olhados de longe se parecem altares
Do culto esquecido de uns deuses gigantes
Que rompem os tempos dizendo arrogantes
Que os ventos libertos não podem passar
E atrás das colunas que agarram o ar
Uns tantos se espremem sentindo os mormaços
Nas sombras de uns poucos que miram os espaços
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar

Eu vivo pisando nas mesmas areias
Que o mar passa os dedos e acaricia
Nas noites de Lua com brisa macia
Escuto o chamado das mesmas sereias
Me sento nas pedras que nas marés cheias
As água procuram pra se arremessar

Que nem combatentes que vem guerrear
Sem ter esperança de fama ou de glória
Se acabam em espuma, se apagam na história
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar

Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar

Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
Cantando ciranda

Singing Ciranda by the Sea

Like birds crossing the heights,
Thousands of fish, red and blue,
In the blind certainty of some guide,
Travel distances in the dark waters.

But the ocean holds more creatures,
Waiting hungry to devour them,
And those who escape will have to stumble,
Like pilgrims exhausted from thirst,
Into the arms of men who drag the net,
Singing ciranda by the sea.

Singing ciranda by the sea,
Hitching a ride on the thick currents,
Turtles with shiny shells go,
Embarking towards distant beaches,
That serve as cradles for their descendants,
Who tear open their eggs and emerge bravely,
And run alone to save themselves.

But only one or two manage to arrive,
In the salty waters that prevent the embrace,
Of the claws of birds with steel beaks,
That sing ciranda by the sea.
Singing ciranda by the sea.

Coconut trees seem like happy watchmen,
Mocking the time that swallows humans,
And so days and months and years go by,
They don't give in, they don't tire, they have no scars.

But time points to their roots,
The waters begin to approach,
Gnawing at their insides to bring them down,
Like the condemned, hanging, suffering,
In the arms of the winds, dying proudly,
Singing ciranda by the sea.

Singing ciranda by the sea,
Singing ciranda by the sea,
Singing ciranda by the sea,
Singing ciranda by the sea.

With glass eyes of bright colors,
Forty-story buildings sway,
That seen from afar resemble altars,
Of the forgotten cult of some giant gods,
Who break through time saying arrogantly,
That the freed winds cannot pass,
And behind the columns that grasp the air,
Some squeeze together feeling the heat,
In the shadows of a few who gaze at the spaces,
Singing ciranda by the sea.

I live stepping on the same sands,
That the sea runs its fingers over and caresses,
On moonlit nights with a soft breeze,
I hear the call of the same mermaids,
I sit on the rocks that in the high tides,
The waters seek to throw themselves.

Like fighters who come to war,
Without hope of fame or glory,
They end in foam, they fade into history,
Singing ciranda by the sea.

Singing ciranda by the sea,
Singing ciranda by the sea,
Singing ciranda by the sea,
Singing ciranda by the sea.

Singing ciranda by the sea,
Singing ciranda by the sea,
Singing ciranda by the sea,
Singing ciranda.