Composer: Alceu Valença
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Ela virá no verão
E ela virá no verão
Com as chuvas de cajus
Os flamboyants estão sangrando
Nessas tardes tão azuis
Ela virá no verão
E ela virá no verão
Com as chuvas de cajus
Os flamboyants estão sangrando
Nessas tardes tão azuis
Pastores da noite, meu São Jorge amado
Livrai-me do ódio dos apaixonados
Pastores da noite, meu São Jorge amado
Livrai-me do ódio dos abandonados
Ela virá no verão
Mas ela virá no verão
Com as chuvas de cajus
Os flamboyants estão sangrando
Nessas tardes tão azuis
E ela virá no verão
Mas ela virá no verão
E ela virá no verão
Ela virá no verão
Com as chuvas de cajus
Os flamboyants estão sangrando
Nessas tardes tão azuis
Ela virá no verão
E ela virá no verão
Com as chuvas de cajus
Os flamboyants estão sangrando
Nessas tardes tão azuis
Pastores da noite, meu São Jorge amado
Livrai-me do ódio dos apaixonados
Pastores da noite, meu São Jorge amado
Livrai-me do ódio dos abandonados
Pastores da noite, meu São Jorge amado
Livrai-me do ódio dos apaixonados
Pastores da noite, meu São Jorge amado
Livrai-me do ódio dos abandonados
Translation
She will come in the summer
And she will come in the summer
With the cashew rains
The flamboyant trees are bleeding
On these very blue afternoons
She will come in the summer
And she will come in the summer
With the cashew rains
The flamboyant trees are bleeding
On these very blue afternoons
Shepherds of the night, my beloved Saint George
Deliver me from the hatred of those in love
Shepherds of the night, my beloved Saint George
Deliver me from the hatred of the abandoned
She will come in the summer
But she will come in the summer
With the cashew rains
The flamboyant trees are bleeding
On these very blue afternoons
And she will come in the summer
But she will come in the summer
And she will come in the summer
She will come in the summer
With the cashew rains
The flamboyant trees are bleeding
On these very blue afternoons
She will come in the summer
And she will come in the summer
With the cashew rains
The flamboyant trees are bleeding
On these very blue afternoons
Shepherds of the night, my beloved Saint George
Deliver me from the hatred of those in love
Shepherds of the night, my beloved Saint George
Deliver me from the hatred of the abandoned
Shepherds of the night, my beloved Saint George
Deliver me from the hatred of those in love
Shepherds of the night, my beloved Saint George
Deliver me from the hatred of the abandoned
