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Amelinha

BanzoBanzo

Amelinha · Romance Da Lua Lua Romance of Lua Lua (1983)

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Composer: Amelinha

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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics

Full lyrics

Aqui o chão é duro de pisar

Que vem da queimada do betume

Em vez do roxo de areão

Pra riba num céu de pretume

Revoada nem é de coleiro

Mas dum bicho tonto avião

Ahá


Banzo meu beijú

Banzo meu aluá

Banzo da manhã de lá

Ahá


Casa na corcunda de mais casa

Numa rinha pra arranhar o céu

Formigueiro de adôbe

Só inverno, nunca verão

Engraçada falação

Num idioma babel


Banzo meu beijú

Banzo meu aluá

Banzo da manhã de lá

Ahá


Faço idéia a lonjura de lá

O dia chegando sem alvará

Pro mato miúdo de quebra-luz

Prum rio doce de mel nas beiradas

Prum vento que canta só pra ninar

Ahá


Banzo meu beijú

Banzo meu aluá

Banzo da manhã de lá

Ahá


Enquanto as gentes daqui

São farpadas no mourão

E tem marcação no couro

As de lá tem na orelha

É brincos de banana ouro


Banzo meu beijú

Banzo meu aluá

Banzo da manhã de lá

Ahá

Translation

Here the ground is hard to tread

Coming from the burning of bitumen

Instead of the purple of sandy soil

Upwards in a sky of blackness

The flock isn't even of collared warblers

But of a dazed airplane

Ahá


Longing, my beijú

Longing, my aluá

Longing for the morning there

Ahá


A house on the hump of more houses

In a fight to scratch the sky

Anthill of adobe

Only winter, never summer

Funny chatter

In a Babel language


Longing, my beijú

Longing, my aluá

Longing for the morning there

Ahá


I imagine the distance of there

The day arriving without permission

For the small scrub of light-breaker

For a sweet river of honey on the edges

For a wind that sings only to lull

Ahá


Longing, my beijú

Longing, my aluá

Longing for the morning there

Ahá


While the people here

Are barbed on the fence post

And have markings on their hide

Those there have it on their ears

It's earrings of golden banana


Longing, my beijú

Longing, my aluá

Longing for the morning there

Ahá

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