Paroles et traduction Silvio Brito - Utopia

Utopia

Das muitas coisas
Do meu tempo de criança
Guardo vivo na lembrança
O aconchego de meu lar
No fim da tarde
Quando tudo se aquietava
A família se ajuntava
Lá no alpendre a conversar...
Meus pais não tinham
Nem escola e nem dinheiro
Todo dia o ano inteiro
Trabalhavam sem parar
Faltava tudo
Mas a gente nem ligava
O importante não faltava
Seu sorriso e seu olhar...
Eu tantas vezes
Vi meu pai chegar cansado
Mas aquilo era sagrado
Um por um ele abraçava
E perguntava
Quem fizera estripolia
E mamãe nos defendia
E tudo aos poucos se ajeitava...
O sol se punha
A viola alguém trazia
Todo mundo então pedia
Pro papai cantar pra gente
Desafinado
Meio rouco e voz cansada
Ele cantava mil toadas
Seu olhar no sol poente...
Correu o tempo
E hoje eu vejo a maravilha
De se ter uma família
Quando tantos não a tem
Agora falam
Do desquite e do divórcio
O amor virou consórcio
Compromisso de ninguém...
Há tantos filhos
Que bem mais do que um palácio
Gostariam do abraço
E do carinho entre seus pais
Se os pais se amassem
Tudo isso não viria
Chamam a isso de utopia
Eu a isso chamo paz...

Utopia

Of many things,
In my childhood,
I keenly remember
The warmth of my home.
At twilight,
When all was quiet,
My family would gather
On the porch to chat.
My parents didn't have
Much schooling, or money.
Every day, all year round,
They worked without ceasing.
We lacked everything,
But we didn't care.
The essentials were not lacking,
Their smiles and their gazes.
So many times,
I saw my father come home exhausted,
But that was sacred.
He would hug each one of us
And ask,
Who had been playing pranks?
My mother would defend us,
And everything would settle down.
The sun would set,
Someone would bring a guitar,
And everyone would ask
My father to sing for us.
Out of tune,
A bit hoarse, with a tired voice,
He would sing a thousand songs,
His gaze fixed on the setting sun.
Time has passed,
And now I see the wonder
Of having a family,
When so many don't.
Now they talk
Of divorce and separation.
Love has become a partnership,
A commitment of no one.
There are so many children
Who would prefer, more than a palace,
The embrace
And affection of their parents.
If parents loved each other,
All of this would not happen.
They call it utopia,
I call it peace.