Текст и перевод песни Vanessa da Mata - Absurdo

Absurdo

(Hum!)
Havia tanto pra lhe contar
A natureza
Mudava a forma o estado e o lugar
Era absurdo

Havia tanto pra lhe mostrar
Era tão belo
Mas olhe agora o estrago em que está

Tapetes fartos de folhas e flores
O chão do mundo se varre aqui
Essa idéia do natural ser sujo
Do inorgânico não se faz

Destruição é reflexo do humano
Se a ambição desumana o Ser
Essa imagem infértil deserto
Nunca pensei que chegasse aqui

Auto-destrutivos
Falsas vitimas nocivas

Havia tanto pra aproveitar
Sem poderio
Tantas histórias, tantos sabores
Capins dourados

Havia tanto pra respirar
Era tão fino
Naqueles rios a gente banhava

Desmatam tudo e reclamam do tempo
Que ironia conflitante ser
Desequilíbrio que alimenta as pragas
Alterado grão, alterado pão

Sujamos rios, dependemos das águas
Tanto faz os meios violentos
Luxúria é ética do perverso vivo
Morto por dinheiro

Cores, tantas cores
Tais belezas
Foram-se
Versos e estrelas
Tantas fadas que eu não vi

Falsos bens, progresso?
Com a mãe, ingratidão
Deram o galinheiro
Pra raposa vigiar

Absurd

(Hmm!)
There was so much to tell you
Nature
Changed its form, state, and place
It was absurd

There was so much to show you
It was so beautiful
But look now at the damage it's in

Carpets full of leaves and flowers
The floor of the world is swept here
This idea of nature being dirty
The inorganic isn't made

Destruction is a reflection of humanity
If inhuman ambition [dehumanizes] Being
This barren desert image
I never thought it would come to this

Self-destructive
False, harmful victims

There was so much to enjoy
Without power
So many stories, so many flavors
Golden grasses

There was so much to breathe
It was so fine
In those rivers we used to bathe

They deforest everything and complain about the weather
What a conflicting irony to be
Imbalance that feeds the plagues
Altered grain, altered bread

We pollute rivers, we depend on the waters
No matter the violent means
Luxury is the ethic of the perverse alive
Dead for money

Colors, so many colors
Such beauties
Are gone
Verses and stars
So many fairies I didn't see

False goods, progress?
With the mother, ingratitude
They gave the henhouse
To the fox to guard