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Song of the 17th Century Poet

Heitor Villa-Lobos

Canção do Poeta do Século XVII

Sonhei que a noite era festiva e triste a Lua
E nós dois na estrada enluarada, fria e nua
Nuvens a correr em busca de quimeras

E com as nossas ilusões de fantasias
De viver como no céu a cantar
Uma doce canção que enche de luz
O amor e a vida nas lindas primaveras

Sonhei que a noite era festiva e triste a Lua
E nós dois na estrada enluarada, fria e nua
Nuvens a correr em busca de quimeras

E com as nossas ilusões de fantasias
De viver como no céu a cantar
Uma doce canção que enche de luz
O amor e a vida nas lindas primaveras

Song of the 17th Century Poet

I dreamed that the night was festive and the Moon was sad
And the two of us on the moonlit road, cold and naked
Clouds running in search of chimeras

And with our illusions of fantasies
To live like in heaven, singing
A sweet song that fills with light
Love and life in beautiful springs

I dreamed that the night was festive and the Moon was sad
And the two of us on the moonlit road, cold and naked
Clouds running in search of chimeras

And with our illusions of fantasies
To live like in heaven, singing
A sweet song that fills with light
Love and life in beautiful springs

Escrita por: Villa Lobos