Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente.
Sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela!
Surge no infinito a lua docemente,
Enfeitando a tarde, qual meiga donzela
Que se apresta e a linda sonhadoramente,
Em anseios d’alma para ficar bela
Grita ao céu e a terra toda a Natureza!
Cala a passarada aos seus tristes queixumes
E reflete o mar toda a Sua riqueza…
Suave a luz da lua desperta agora
A cruel saudade que ri e chora!
Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente
Sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela!
English translation:
Evening, a rosy, translucent cloud, slowly crosses the drowsy, beautiful firmament!
The moon gently rises into infinity, adorning the evening, like a sweet maiden dreamily getting ready, making herself beautiful, desiring her soul to be beautiful.
She calls to the heavens, the earth, to all of Nature.
She silences the birds’ melancholy laments, and the sea reflects all her treasures…
Softly the moon awakens, a cruel yearning which laughs and weeps!
Evening, a rosy, translucent cloud, slowly crosses the drowsy, beautiful firmament!
“Yes, I’m Brazilian—I’m very Brazilian. In my music, I let the rivers and seas of this great Brazil sing. I don’t put a gag on the tropical exuberance of her forests and skies, which I intuitively transpose to everything I write.”
Bachianas #5 is performed by Albert Combrink and Louise Howlett on their upcoming CD.
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