João Gilberto
Aquarela do Brasil lyrics with English translation
- Language
- Portuguese
- Level
- Intermediate
- Released
- 1980
- Genre
- Bossa Nova
- Length
- 6:29
Brasil, meu Brasil brasileiro
Brazil, my Brazilian Brazil
Mulato inzoneiro
Mulato trickster
Vou cantar-te nos meus versos
I will sing to you in my verses
Brasil, samba que dá
Brazil, samba that gives
Bamboleio que faz gingar
The sway that makes you groove
O Brasil do meu amor
The Brazil of my love
Terra de Nosso Senhor
Land of Our Lord
Abre a cortina do passado
Open the curtain of the past
Tira a mãe preta do cerrado
Take the black mother from the cerrado
Bota o rei congo no congado
Put the Congo king in the congado
Cantar de novo o trovador
Sing again the troubadour
À merencória luz da lua
In the melancholic light of the moon
Toda a canção do Seu amor
All the song of Your love
Quero ver essa dona caminhando
I want to see that lady walking
Pelos salões arrastando
Through the halls, gliding
O seu vestido rendado
In her lace dress
Esse coqueiro que dá coco
That coconut tree that gives coconuts
Oi, onde amarro a minha rede
Hey, where I tie my hammock
Nas noites claras de luar
On clear nights of moonlight
Oi essas fontes murmurantes
Hey, those murmuring springs
Onde eu mato a minha sede, onde a lua vem brincar
Where I quench my thirst, where the moon comes to play
Ô, esse Brasil lindo e trigueiro
Oh, this beautiful and bronzed Brazil
É o meu Brasil brasileiro
It's my Brazilian Brazil
Terra de samba e pandeiro
Land of samba and pandeiro
Brasil, terra boa e gostosa
Brazil, a good and pleasant land
Da morena sestrosa
Of the beautiful dark-skinned girl
De olhar indiferente
With her indifferent gaze
O Brasil samba que dá
Brazil samba that makes
Para o mundo se admirar
The world stare in awe
O Brasil do meu amor
The Brazil of my love
Terra de Nosso Senhor
Land of Our Lord
Abre a cortina do passado
Open the curtain of the past
Tira a mãe preta do cerrado
Take the black mother from the savanna
Bota o rei congo no congado
Put the Congo king in the congado
Cantar de novo o trovador
Sing again the troubadour
À merencória luz da lua
By the mournful light of the moon
Toda a canção do seu amor
All the song of your love
Essa dona caminhando
That lady walking
Pelos salões arrastando
Through the halls dragging
O seu vestido rendado
Her lace dress
Esse coqueiro que dá coco
This coconut tree that bears fruit
Onde amarro a minha rede
Where I tie my hammock
Nas noites claras de luar
On clear nights under the moonlight
Essas fontes murmurantes
Those murmuring springs
Onde eu mato a minha sede, onde a lua vem brincar
Where I quench my thirst, where the moon comes to play
Esse Brasil lindo e trigueiro
This beautiful and brown Brazil
É o meu Brasil brasileiro
Is my Brazilian Brazil
Terra de samba e pandeiro
Land of samba and pandeiro
Brasil, meu Brasil brasileiro
Brazil, my Brazilian Brazil
Mulato inzoneiro
Trickster mulatto
Vou cantar-te nos meus versos
I'll sing to you in my verses
Brasil, samba que dá
Brazil, samba that gives
Bamboleio que faz gingar
A sway that makes you dance
O Brasil do meu amor
The Brazil of my love
Terra de Nosso Senhor
Land of Our Lord
Abre a cortina do passado
Open the curtain of the past
Tira a mãe preta do cerrado
Take the black mother from the savanna
Bota o rei congo no congado
Put the king Congo in the congado
Cantar de novo o trovador
Sing again the troubadour
À merencória luz da lua
To the melancholy light of the moon
Toda a canção do Seu amor
All the song of Your love
Quero ver essa dona caminhando
I want to see this lady walking
Pelos salões arrastando
Through the halls, gliding
O seu vestido rendado
In her lacy dress
Esse coqueiro que dá coco
This palm tree that bears coconuts
Onde eu amarro a minha rede
Where I tie my hammock
Nas noites claras de luar
On clear moonlit nights
Oi, essas fontes murmurantes
Hey, those murmuring springs
Onde eu mato a minha sede, onde a lua vem brincar
Where I quench my thirst, where the moon comes to play
Esse Brasil lindo e trigueiro
This beautiful and bronzed Brazil
É o meu Brasil brasileiro
It's my Brazilian Brazil
Terra de samba e pandeiro
Land of samba and tambourine
Oi, essas fontes murmurantes
Hey, these murmuring springs
Onde eu mato a minha sede, onde a lua vem brincar
Where I quench my thirst, where the moon comes to play
Esse Brasil lindo e trigueiro
This beautiful, reddish-brown Brazil
É o meu Brasil brasileiro
It's my Brazilian Brazil
Terra de samba e pandeiro, Brasil...
Land of samba and tambourine, Brazil...
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Key vocabulary
- olhar
- lookA2
- passado
- pastA2
- preta
- blackA2
- salões
- hallsA2
- tira
- removeA2
- toda
- allA2
- vestido
- dressA2
- brasil
- Brazil
- brasileiro
- BrazilianA1
- mulato
- mulatto
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About this song
João Gilberto was a Brazilian singer and guitarist associated with bossa nova, and one of its key architects. He is known for shaping the style through understated acoustic guitar rhythms and a restrained vocal approach that helped define the samba and jazz-informed sound, including on seminal recordings such as Chega de Saudade and Getz/Gilberto.