Composer: Sandra Belê
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Cadê as flores? Mande as flores pra mim
As flores de Dadá, as flores de Corisco
As flores de Van Gogh, de Anaïs Nïn
As flores das janelas das casas do bom nome
Das saias dos reisados, dos vestidos nos varais
Das flores que têm fome, das que não esqueço mais
Cadê as flores? Mande as flores pra mim
As flores do passado embrulhadas pra presente
Em um futuro sem flores, sem nenhum tipo de flores
Do cinema, das TVs, dos putas comerciais, dos computadores
Flores do bem, flores do amor, do São João
Do carnaval, a flor-de-lis
As que eu te dei, as flores que você não quis
Há flores que não se podem ver
São essas que trago em sonho
E florescem como o quê
São dessas flores que pergunto pra você
Mande essas flores de sonho pra mim
E eu te mostro com quantas flores se faz um jardim
Êêê belo jardim, êêê belo jardim
Êêê belo jardim, êêê belo jardim
Cadê as flores? Mande as flores pra mim
Cadê as flores? Mande as flores pra mim
Faça um embrulho e mande as flores pra mim
Regarei como bob regou, a cada alvorada e cada anoitecer
Cada pétala, cada canção, até cansar, até morrer
Sem queixume mande-me as flores em um frasco de perfume
Para o vento espalhá-las pelo mundo infinito do meu ser
Cadê as flores? Mande as flores pra mim
Cadê as flores? Mande as flores pra mim
Cadê as flores? Mande as flores pra mim
Translation
Where are the flowers? Send the flowers to me
The flowers of Dadá, the flowers of Corisco
The flowers of Van Gogh, of Anaïs Nin
The flowers from the windows of houses of good name
From the skirts of the reisados, from the dresses on the clotheslines
Of the flowers that are hungry, of those I'll never forget
Where are the flowers? Send the flowers to me
The flowers of the past wrapped for the present
In a future without flowers, without any kind of flowers
From cinema, from TVs, from the damn commercials, from computers
Flowers of good, flowers of love, of São João
Of Carnival, the fleur-de-lis
The ones I gave you, the flowers you didn't want
There are flowers that cannot be seen
These are the ones I carry in dreams
And they bloom like anything
It's about these flowers that I ask you
Send these dream flowers to me
And I'll show you how many flowers it takes to make a garden
Oh, beautiful garden, oh, beautiful garden
Oh, beautiful garden, oh, beautiful garden
Where are the flowers? Send the flowers to me
Where are the flowers? Send the flowers to me
Make a package and send the flowers to me
I will water them as Bob watered, every dawn and every dusk
Every petal, every song, until tired, until death
Without complaint send me the flowers in a perfume bottle
For the wind to scatter them through the infinite world of my being
Where are the flowers? Send the flowers to me
Where are the flowers? Send the flowers to me
Where are the flowers? Send the flowers to me
