Текст и перевод песни Chico Buarque feat. Clara Buarque - Dueto

Dueto

Consta nos astros, nos signos, nos búzios
Eu li num anúncio, eu vi no espelho
Tá lá no evangelho, garantem os orixás
Serás o meu amor, serás a minha paz
Consta nos autos, nas bulas, nos dogmas
Eu fiz uma tese, eu li num tratado
Está computado nos dados oficiais
Serás o meu amor, serás a minha paz
Mas se a ciência provar o contrário
E se o calendário nos contrariar
Mas se o destino insistir em nos separar
Danem-se os astros (os autos), os signos (os dogmas)
Os búzios (as bulas), anúncios (tratados), ciganas (projetos)
Profetas (sinopses), espelhos (conselhos)
Se dane o evangelho e todos os orixás
Serás o meu amor, serás, amor, a minha paz
Consta na pauta, no Karma, na carne
Passou na novela, está no seguro
Picharam no muro, mndei fazer um cartaz
Serás o meu amor, serás a minha paz
Mas se a ciência provar o contrário
E se o calendário nos contrariar
Mas se o destino insistir em nos separar
Danem-se os astros (os autos), os signos (os dogmas)
Os búzios (as bulas), anúncios (tratados), ciganas (projetos)
Profetas (sinopses), espelhos (conselhos)
Se dane o evangelho e todos os orixás
Serás o meu amor, serás, amor, a minha paz
Consta nos mapas, nos lábios, nos lápis
Consta no Google, no Twitter, no Face
No Tinder, no WhatsApp, no Instagram
No email, no Snapchat, no Orkut
No Telegram, no Skype

Duet

The astral bodies, the zodiac, and the cowrie shells have revealed it
I read it in an advertisement, I saw it in the mirror
It’s there in the gospel, the orishas guarantee it
You’ll be my love, you’ll be my peace
It’s in the records, the notices, the dogmas
I wrote a thesis, I read it in a treatise
It’s entered into the official records
You’ll be my love, you’ll be my peace
But if science proves it false
And if the calendar tells us otherwise
But if destiny insists on separating us
Curse the stars (the records), the signs (the dogmas)
The cowries (the notices), the announcements (the treatises), the fortunetellers (the projects)
The prophets (the synopses), the mirrors (the advice)
Curse the gospel and all the orishas
You’ll be my love, my dear, you’ll be my peace
It’s in the score, the Karma, the flesh
It was on the soap opera, it’s in the insurance policy
They scrawled it on the wall, I paid to have a poster made
You’ll be my love, you’ll be my peace
But if science proves it false
And if the calendar tells us otherwise
But if destiny insists on separating us
Curse the stars (the records), the signs (the dogmas)
The cowries (the notices), the announcements (the treatises), the fortunetellers (the projects)
The prophets (the synopses), the mirrors (the advice)
Curse the gospel and all the orishas
You’ll be my love, my dear, you’ll be my peace
It’s in the maps, on the lips, on the pencils
It’s on Google, on Twitter, on Face
On Tinder, on WhatsApp, on Instagram
On email, on Snapchat, on Orkut
On Telegram, on Skype