A Felicidade (Happiness)

Lyrical translation of original Portuguese lyric (partial):

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)

Chega de Saudade (No More Blues)

English translation of original Portuguese:

Go on, my sadness, and tell her

That without her it cannot be

Tell her in a prayer

To come back to me

Because I cannot suffer anymore

Enough longing

The reality

Is that without her there's no peace

There's no beauty

There's only sadness

And the melancholy

That won't leave me

Won't leave me, won't leave.

But if she comes back,

if she comes back

What a beautiful thing

What a crazy thing

Cause there are fewer fish

swimming in the sea

Than the little kisses

I shall give her on her mouth.

Inside my arms,

The hugs,

They will be a million hugs

So tight like this,

Together like this,

Silent like this

Hugs and little kisses

And endless caresses

That is for you to stop this thing

Of living away from me

I don't want this thing anymore

Of you living without me

Let's stop this thing

Of you living without me

Music by Antonio Carlos Jobim, lyric by Vinicius de Morães

Agua de Beber (Water to Drink)

Original Portuguese lyric with edited English lyrics interpolated:

Eu quis a-mar mais ti-ve me-do
Eu quis sal-var meu co-ra-cão
Mas o a-mor sa-be um se-gre-do
O me-do po-de ma-tar o seu co-ra-ção.

A-gua de be-ber a-gua de be-ber ca-ma-rá… (2x)

I wan-ted love, but I was fear-ful
I tried to guard my wor-ried heart.
But then old love gave me an ear-ful
He laughed and told me, “it’s fear that'll kill your heart”

Agua de beber, give the flower water to drink… (2x)

Eu nun-ca fiz coi-sa tão cer- ta
En-trei pra es-co-la-do per-dão
A min-ha ca-sa vive a-ber-ta
Ab-ri to-das as por-tas do co-ra-çao.

A-gua de be-ber a-gua de be-ber ca-ma-rá…

Well, I have never felt so certain
And, yes, forgiveness I've been taught
So now I've pulled back all the curtains
Opened all of the doors that lead to my heart

Agua de beber, give the flower water to drink… (2x)

Oh love is rain, the heart, the flower
The heart needs love to stay alive
A fearful heart will lose its power
A heart that’s open to love surely will revive

A-gua de be-ber give the flower water to drink…(2x)

Music by Antonio Carlos Jobim, lyric by Vinicius de Morães. English lyric by Norman Gimbel, edited (with additional verses) by Cartwright.

Desafinado (Slightly Out of Tune)

DESAFINADO (English lyric)
If you say my sing-ing is off key, my love,
you will hurt my fee-lings, don’t you see, my love?
I wish I had an ear like yours, a voice that would be-have,
but all I have is fee-ling, and the voice god gave.

You say I'm not jazz and I'm not clas-si-cal,
and that my com-port-ment’s an-ti-mu-si-cal.
I sing this lit-tle song for you, but you don’t care.

The thing that you would see,
if you would play your part,
is e-ven though I’m out of mode,
I have a gen-tle heart.

I took your pic-ture with my trus-ty ro-lo-flex,
What developed was your vast ingratitude.

You have got no right to speak like that of all my love,
Don't forget my passion's bigger than you'll ever dream of.
You and all your music, but you still don't understand

Inside of those who may be out of step

a heart beats inside them, a heart beats in silence;
que no peito dos desafinados também bate um coração. 

Antonio Carlos Jobim
Portuguese lyr. Newton Mendonça
English lyr. Gene Lees, ed. Cartwright

Chega de Saudade (No More Blues)

Go on, my sadness, and tell her

That without her it cannot be

Tell her, in a prayer, to come back to me

Because I cannot suffer anymore.

Enough longing.

The reality is that without her there's no peace

There's no beauty, there's only sadness

And the melancholy that won't leave me,

Won't leave me, won't leave.

But if she comes back, if she comes back...

What a beautiful thing, what a crazy thing.

Cause there are fewer fish swimming in the sea

Than the little kisses I shall give her on her mouth.

Inside my arms, the hugs, there will be a million hugs.

So tight like this, together like this, silent like this.

Hugs and little kisses, and endless caresses.

It's for you to stop this thing of living away from me.

I don't want this thing anymore of you living without me.

Let's stop this thing of you living without me.

Portuguese:

Vai minha tristeza, e diz a ela
Que sem ela não pode ser
Diz-lhe numa prece
Que ela regresse
Porque eu não posso mais sofrer

Chega de saudade

A realidade

É que sem ela não há paz

Não há beleza

É só tristeza

E a melancolia

Que não sai de mim

Não sai de mim, não sai.

Mas se ela voltar,

se ela voltar

Que coisa linda,

Que coisa louca

Pois há menos peixinhos

a nadar no mar

Do que os beijinhos

Que eu darei na sua boca.

Dentro dos meus braços,

Os abraços

Hão de ser milhões de abraços

Apertado assim,

Colado assim,

Calado assim

Abraços e beijinhos

E carinhos sem ter fim

Que é pra acabar com esse negócio

De viver longe de mim

Não quero mais esse negócio

De você viver sem mim

Vamos deixar desse negócio

De você viver sem mim.

Vinicius de Moraes

Triste (Sad)

English

So sad to live in so-li-tude,

Your lovely passion’s bitter fruit.

So sad to know that no-one e-ver can live on a dream

That ne-ver can be, will ne-ver be.

Drea-mer a-wake, wake up and see…

Your beau-ty is an ae-ro-plane,

So high my heart can’t stand the strain.

A heart that stops when you walk by, on-ly to cause me pain.

So sad to live in so-li-tude.

Portuguese

Triste é viver na solidao,

Na dor cruel de uma paixao

Triste é saber que ninguém pode viver de ilusao

Que nunca vai ser, nunca vai dar,

O sonhador, tem que acordar.

Tua beleza é um aviao,

Demais prum pobre coraçao

Que pára pra te ver passar, Só pra me maltratar

Triste é viver na solidao