Текст и перевод песни Chico Buarque - Dueto - Ao Vivo

Dueto - Ao Vivo

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, as bulas
Os búzios, os dogmas, 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
Mandei 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, as bulas
Os búzios, os dogmas, 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 WhatsApp
No email
No Orkut
No fax

Duet - Live

In the stars, signs, seashells, it's clear
I read in ads, I saw in a mirror
It's there in the gospel, the orixás guarantee
You'll be my love, my peace will be.

In records, papal bulls, dogmas, it's said
I wrote a thesis, I read in a treaty
It's recorded in official data
You'll be my love, my peace will be.

But if science proves otherwise
And if the calendar contradicts us
But if destiny insists on separating us

To hell with the stars, records, signs, papal bulls
Seashells, dogmas, ads, treaties, gypsies, projects
Prophets, synopses, mirrors, advice
To hell with the gospel and all the orixás
You'll be my love, you'll be, my love, my peace.

It's written in the notes, in Karma, in the flesh
It was on the soap opera, it's in the insurance, it was graffitied on the wall
I had a poster made
You'll be my love, my peace will be.

But if science proves otherwise
And if the calendar contradicts us
But if destiny insists on separating us

To hell with the stars, records, signs, papal bulls
Seashells, dogmas, ads, treaties, gypsies, projects
Prophets, synopses, mirrors, advice
To hell with the gospel and all the orixás
You'll be my love, you'll be, my love, my peace.

In the maps, on the lips, on the pencils, it's written
It's in Google
On Twitter
On Facebook
On WhatsApp
In email
On Orkut
On fax