Clarice - 1983 - Remaster; - Clara Nunes перевод на английский

Clarice - 1983 - Remaster;

Ah muita gente apagada pelo tempo
Nos papéis desta lembrança que tão pouca me ficou
Igrejas brancas luas claras nas varandas
Jardins de sonho e cirandas foguetes claros no ar
Que mistério tem Clarice
Que mistério tem Clarice
Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração
Clarice era morena como as manhãs são morenas
Era pequena no jeito de não ser quase ninguém
Andou conosco caminhos de frutas e passarinhos
Mais jamais quis se dispir
Entre os meninos e os peixes
Entre os meninos e os peixes
Entre os meninos e os peixes do rio, do rio...
Que mistério tem Clarice
Que mistério tem Clarice
Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração
Tinha receio do frio, medo de assombração
O corpo que não mostrava feito de adivinhação
Os botões sempre fechados
Clarice tinha o recato de convento e procissão
Eu pergunto o mistério
Que mistério tem Clarice
Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração
Soldado fez continência, o coronel reverência
O padre fez penitência, três novenas e uma trezena
Mais Clarice era a inocência, nunca mostrou-se a ninguém
Fez-se modelo das lendas
Fez-se modelo das lendas
Das lendas que nos contaram as avós
Que mistério tem Clarice
Que mistério tem Clarice
Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração
Tem que um dia amanhecia e Clarice
Assistiu minha partida, chorando pediu lembrança
E vendo o barco se afastar de Amaralida
Desesperadamente linda, soluçando e lentamente
E lentamente despiu o corpo moreno
E entre todos os presentes
Até que seu amor sumisse
Permaneceu no adeus chorando e nua
Para que a tivesse toda
Todo tempo que existisse
Que mistério tem Clarice
Que mistério tem Clarice
Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração

Clarice - 1983 - Remaster;

Oh, so many have been erased by time,
In the scripts of this memory, so little remains for me.
White churches, bright moons on verandas,
Dreamy gardens and ring-around-the-rosies, brilliant fireworks in the air.
What mystery does Clarice hold,
What mystery does Clarice hold?
To remain so firmly in my heart?
Clarice was as beautiful as the brown skin of the early morning.
She was small in the way she was almost a nobody,
She walked with us on paths of fruit and birdsong,
But she never wanted to reveal herself,
Among the boys and the fish,
Among the boys and the fish,
Among the boys and the fish of the river, of the river...
What mystery does Clarice hold,
What mystery does Clarice hold,
To remain so firmly within my heart?
She was wary of the cold, afraid of haunted apparitions,
Her body, which she concealed, was like a riddle.
Her buttons were always fastened,
Clarice had the reserve of a convent or a procession.
I wonder about the mystery,
What mystery does Clarice hold,
To remain so firmly within my heart?
The soldier saluted, the colonel bowed,
The priest did his penance, three novenas and a full nine days of prayers.
But Clarice was innocence itself, she never showed herself to anyone,
She became a model for legends,
A model for the legends,
The legends that our grandmothers told us.
What mystery does Clarice hold,
What mystery does Clarice hold,
To remain so firmly within my heart?
One day the sun rose and Clarice,
Witnessed my departure, weeping, she asked for a remembrance.
And watching the boat sail away from Amaralida,
Desperately beautiful, sobbing and slowly,
And slowly she undressed her brown body,
And before all those present,
Until her love disappeared,
She remained, crying and naked, saying goodbye.
So that I would have her forever,
For as long as I lived.
What mystery does Clarice hold,
What mystery does Clarice hold,
To remain so firmly in my heart?