Текст и перевод песни Siba - Três Carmelitas

Três Carmelitas

Te mando as rimas que há pouco eu fiz
Tem uns buracos, depois ajeito
Vê o que acha e aí me diz
Um troço doido, nem sei direito
A casa antiga que eu conheci
Tinha umas sombras que o sol cortava
A luz de um jeito que eu nunca vi
Tu me sonhando eu te imaginava
Os teus cabelos não tinham fim
Teus brincos tinham memória e plástico
Andamos juntos pelo jardim
Sorrindo, prismas e pérolas e pétalas e pássaros
E eu pressentindo uma coisa ruim
Como um aviso que não chegasse
Te ouvi dizendo "olha o capim"
Cortaram ontem, mas já renasce
Tem uns cavalos, vêm sempre aí
Comer as ramas da cor de azeite
Tu vem mais cedo outra vez daí
De manhãzinha se bebe um leite
Você dizia "mamãe tá aí?"
Ouvindo as gias que raspam os cântaros
Fiz uns desenhos, vem ver aqui
O rosto dela com mirras e cânforas e bálsamos...
Flutuar suspende as dores
E sonhar reacende as cores
Flutuar suspende as dores
E sonhar reacende as cores
A casa antiga que eu conheci
Tinha umas sombras que o sol cortava
A luz de um jeito que eu nunca vi
Tu me sonhando eu te imaginava
Ali a tia, tu disse "sim"?
Quando se arreta com os gritos dos bárbaros
Cata umas folhas e traz pra mim
De eucaliptos, ciprestes, de cedros e plátanos
Nem vou falar nas varandas de flores
Flutuar suspende as dores
E sonhar reacende as cores
Flutuar suspende as dores
E sonhar reacende as cores

Three Carmelites

I send you the lyrics I wrote a little while ago
There are a few holes, I'll fix them later
See what you think and tell me
A crazy thing, I don't even know right
The old house I knew
Had some shadows that the sun cut through
The light in a way I'd never seen
You dreaming of me, I imagined you
Your hair was endless
Your earrings were memory and plastic
We walked together through the garden
Smiling, prisms and pearls and petals and birds
And I had a bad feeling
Like a warning that never came
I heard you say "look at the grass"
They cut it yesterday, but it's already growing back
There are some horses, they always come here
To eat the branches the color of oil
You come back here earlier tomorrow
In the morning we'll have milk
You said "is mom there?"
Listening to the jias scraping the jars
I made some drawings, come and see
Her face with myrrh, camphor, and balms...
Floating suspends the pain
And dreaming rekindles the colors
Floating suspends the pain
And dreaming rekindles the colors
The old house I knew
Had some shadows that the sun cut through
The light in a way I'd never seen
You dreaming of me, I imagined you
Over there, the aunt, did you say "yes"?
When you're annoyed by the barbarians' screams
Gather some leaves and bring them to me
Eucalyptus, cypresses, cedars and plane trees
I won't even talk about the verandas of flowers
Floating suspends the pain
And dreaming rekindles the colors
Floating suspends the pain
And dreaming rekindles the colors