Chico BuarqueChico Buarque is one of my favourite singers, because he is the most intelligent composer.
His music is very beautiful, funny and cool. And he is a very handsome man, and he has a lot of talent.
He is 62 (sixty-two) years old and he was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
He is also an actor, a writer and a poet.
In 1965, he recorded his first record. So he began his musical path.
Among his main songs are:
A Banda, Pedro Pedreiro
Olê Olá, Roda Viva
Construção, Cálice, etc.Lyrics:
Apesar De VocêHoje você é quem mandaFalou, tá falado.Não tem discussãoA minha gente hoje andaFalando de ladoE olhando pro chão, viuVocê que inventou esse estadoE inventou de inventarToda a escuridãoVocê que inventou o pecadoEsqueceu-se de inventarO perdão Apesar de vocêAmanhã há de serOutro diaEu pergunto a vocêOnde vai se esconderDa enorme euforiaComo vai proibirQuando o galo insistirEm cantarÁgua nova brotandoE a gente se amandoSem pararQuando chegar o momentoEsse meu sofrimentoVou cobrar com juros, juroTodo esse amor reprimidoEsse grito contidoEste samba no escuroVocê que inventou a tristezaOra, tenha a fineza.De desinventarVocê vai pagar e é dobradoCada lágrima roladaNesse meu penar Apesar de vocêAmanhã há de serOutro diaInda pago pra verO jardim florescerQual você não queriaVocê vai se amargarVendo o dia raiarSem lhe pedir licençaE eu vou morrer de rirQue esse dia há de virAntes do que você pensa Apesar de vocêAmanhã há de serOutro diaVocê vai ter que verA manhã renascerE esbanjar poesiaComo vai se explicarVendo o céu clarearDe repente, impunementeComo vai abafarNosso coro a cantarNa sua frente Apesar de vocêAmanhã há de serOutro diaVocê vai se dar malEtc. e tal...Translation:
In spite of you
Today you are who orders
You spoke, is spoken
does not have quarrel
my people today walks
Speaking of side
and looking at pro soil, saw
You who invented this state
and invented to invent
All the blackout
You who invented the sin
You forgot yourself to invent the pardon
Although you
Tomorrow have of being
Another day
I ask you
Where you go to hide yourself
Of the enormous euphoria
How you will to forbid
When the rooster to insist
On singing
New water sprouting
and peoples loving theirselve
Without stopping
When to arrive the moment
This my suffering
I will charge with interests, I promess
All this restrained love
This contained shout
This samba in dark
You who invented the sadness
However, have the fineness
Of uninvent
You will to pay and it is folded
Each tear rolled
In this mine to suffer
Although you
Tomorrow have of being
Another day
I paid to see
The garden to blossom
Which you did not want
You will to make bitter uourself
seeing the day to border
Without asking for license to it
And I will to die to laugh
Because this day has to come
Before the one that you think
Although you
Tomorrow have of being
Another day
You will have to see
The morning to born again
and to say poetry
How will you to justify
Seeing the sky to bright
Suddenly,
How will you to stifle
Our choir to sing
In front of you
Although you
Tomorrow have of being
Another day
You will to give badly
Etc and such
. . .
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Teens 3Teacher Fernanda O.Centro BritânicoPompéia Branch