Lyrical translation of original Portuguese lyric (partial):
Jobim / de Morães (trans, Cartwright)
Our sorrow never
dies
Our joy, so soon
it flies.
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Don’t
you know that happiness is just a dewdrop on the petal of a rose?
Brilliant
and tranquil, it shimmers and it sways
Before
it falls just like a tear of love
Yes,
I know the joy of the poor girl resembles
The
grand illusion of carnival.
All
year she keeps working from Sunday to Sunday
For
just one moment of dreaming
Just
to make a fantasy
A
pirate or a king or flower maiden
But
all the magic tumbles down on Wednesday.
Jobim / de Morães (trans, Cartwright)
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