Текст и перевод песни Bruna Viola - Moradia

Moradia

Eu moro lá no recanto onde ninguém me amola
Numa casa ao pé da serra, mora eu e a viola
O sapo mora no brejo, sabiá na gaiola
Minha voz mora no peito
Meus versos, na cachola

Tatu mora no buraco, aranha mora na teia
O anel mora no dedo, o brinco mora na orelha
Coração mora no peito, sangue mora na veia
Gente boa mora em casa e criminoso na cadeia

Porco mora no chiqueiro, boi mora na invernada
Pescador mora no rancho, boiadeiro nas estradas
Boêmio mora na rua, sereno na madrugada
A Lua mora no céu e o vento não tem morada

A perdiz mora no campo, bem-te-vi no sertão
Baleia mora no mar, lambari no ribeirão
Rato mora no paiol, morcego no porão
Eu moro nos braços dele e ele no meu coração

Palhaço mora no circo, a rima na poesia
Uirapuru lá na mata
Na festa, mora a alegria
O rico mora no centro, o pobre na periferia
Num cazebre em Nazaré, morou a Virgem Maria

Moradia

I live in a nook where no one bothers me
In a house at the foot of the mountains, it's just me and my guitar
The frog lives in the swamp, the thrush in its cage
My voice lives in my chest
My verses, in my head

The armadillo lives in the burrow, the spider in its web
The ring lives on the finger, the earring on the ear
The heart lives in the chest, the blood in the veins
Good people live in houses, and criminals in jail

The pig lives in the sty, the ox in the pasture
The fisherman lives in the shack, the cowboy on the trails
The bohemian lives on the streets, under the morning dew
The moon lives in the sky, and the wind has no home

The partridge lives in the fields, the kiskadee in the backlands
The whale lives in the ocean, the lambari in the stream
The rat lives in the barn, the bat in the basement
I live in his arms, and he lives in my heart

The clown lives in the circus, the rhyme in the poetry
The Uirapuru in the forest
At the party, lives the joy
The rich live in the center, the poor in the suburbs
In a hovel in Nazareth, lived the Virgin Mary