Текст и перевод песни Chico Buarque - Barafunda - Ao Vivo

Barafunda - Ao Vivo

Era Aurora, não, era Aurelia
Ou era Ariela, não me lembro agora
É saia amarela daquele verão
Que rola até hoje na recordação
Foi na Penha, não, foi na Glória
Gravei na memória, mas perdi a senha
Misturam-se os fatos, as fotos são velhas
Cabelos pretos, bandeiras vermelhas
Foi Garrincha, não, foi de bicicleta
Juro que vi aquela bola entrar na gaveta
Tiro de meta
Foi na guerra, é noite alta
Gritou o astronauta que era azul a terra
Quando a Verde e Rosa saiu campeã
Cantando Cartola ao romper da manhã
Salve o dia azul, salve a festa
E salve a floresta, salve a poesia
E salve este samba
Antes que o esquecimento
Baixe seu manto, seu manto cinzento
Foi Glorinha, não, era Maristela
Juro que eu ia até casar na Penha com ela
A vida é bela, é...
Não é, era Zizinho, era Pelé
Era Soraya, era Anabela, era amarela a saia
Foi quando a Verde e Rosa saiu campeã
Cantando Cartola ao romper da manhã
Salve o dia azul, salve a festa
E salve a floresta, salve a poesia
E salve este samba
Antes que o esquecimento
Baixe seu manto, seu manto cinzento
Era Aurora, não, era Barbarela
Juro que eu ia até o Cazaquistão atrás dela
A vida é bela
É Garrincha, é Cartola e é Mandela

Barafunda - Live

It was Aurora, no, it was Aurelia
Or was it Ariela, I can't remember now
It's a yellow skirt from that summer
That still rolls today in memory
Was it in Penha, no, it was in Glória
I engraved it in my memory, but I lost the password
Facts are mixed up, the photos are old
Black hair, red flags
Was it Garrincha, no, it was by bicycle
I swear I saw that ball go into the drawer
Goal kick
Was it in the war, was it late at night
The astronaut shouted that the earth was blue
When Verde e Rosa came out victorious
Singing Cartola at dawn
Cheers to the blue day, cheers to the party
And cheers to the forest, cheers to the poetry
And cheers to this samba
Before oblivion
Lower your cloak, your gray cloak
Was it Glorinha, no, was it Maristela
I swear I was going to get married to her in Penha
Life is beautiful, is...
No, it was Zizinho, it was Pelé
Was it Soraya, was it Anabela, the skirt was yellow
Was when Verde e Rosa came out victorious
Singing Cartola at dawn
Cheers to the blue day, cheers to the party
And cheers to the forest, cheers to the poetry
And cheers to this samba
Before oblivion
Lower your cloak, your gray cloak
Was it Aurora, no, was it Barbarela
I swear I was going to Kazakhstan after her
Life is beautiful
It's Garrincha, it's Cartola and it's Mandela