Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente.
Sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela!
Surge no infinito a lua docemente,
Enfeitando a tarde, qual meiga donzela
Que se apresta e a linda sonhadoramente,
Em anseios d'alma para ficar bela
Grita ao céu e a terra toda a Natureza!
Cala a passarada aos seus tristes queixumes
E reflete o mar toda a Sua riqueza...
Suave a luz da lua desperta agora
A cruel saudade que ri e chora!
Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente
Sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela!
Evening, a rosy, slow and transparent cloud
Over the space dreamy and beautiful
The Moon sweetly appears in the horizon,
Decorating the afternoon like a nice damsel
Who rushes and dreamy adorns herself
With an anxious soul to become beautiful
Shout all Nature to the Sky and to the Earth!
All birds become silent to the Moon's complains
And the Sea reflects its great splendor.
Softly, the shining Moon just awakes
The cruel missing that laughs and cries.
Evening, a rosy, slow and transparent cloud
Over the space dreamy and beautiful...
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Review about Bachianas Brasileiras No. 5 -- Aria This is not an opera | Reviewer: Anonymous | 2/2/09
So, in response to another reviewer here, why does it matter whether or not the singer "has an operatic voice"? Seems her voice is perfectly suited to the piece, ESPECIALLY since she may not have a cookie cutter "operatic" voice. Also, is this piece done in opera houses? Why would she be on an opera house stage, singing about dead opera singers? Anyone? Sigh. That last bit was me sighing, by the way. Poor, poor dead opera singers. Apparently, she's singing for you.
A haunting performance | Reviewer: Brian | 12/17/08
This is a very early recording of Joan Baez in the Vanguard Records catalogue. Joan Baez does not have an operatic voice. Yet, her performance gives the piece a haunting feel. When I hear it I have visions of a once great city built during a boom in the heart of the Amazon. The only inhabitants now are Amazonian Indians. It is evening, there is a mist in the air. I see Joan, standing on an empty stage in a glorious opera house, now lost in a era now long gone. There is no audience, only the ghosts of great opera singers, now long dead.
Yet there is a beauty. The jungle is slowly resurrecting itself where it had been destroyed by profiteers seeking riches from rubber trees. There is joy in the natural return to balance.
I don't listen to it very much these days. Other voices have stepped into the spotlight. Yet whenever I see this art song title, I always hear Joan Baez before any of the more developed voices who have sung it.
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