BOB DYLAN

Canta Moçambique

Ouça aqui

Mozambique Bob Dylan e Jacques Levy I like to spend some time in Mozambique The sunny sky is aqua blue And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek. It's very nice to stay a week or two. There's lots of pretty girls in Mozambique And plenty time for good romance And everybody likes to stop and speak To give the special one you seek a chance Or maybe say hello with just a glance. Lying next to her by the ocean Reaching out and touching her hand, Whispering your secret emotion Magic in a magical land. And when it's time for leaving Mozambique, To say goodbye to sand and sea, You turn around to take a final peek And you see why it's so unique to be Among the lovely people living free Upon the beach of sunny Mozambique.

Eu gosto de passar algum tempo em Moçambique O céu solarengo é azul de água E todos os casais dançando encostados É muito bom ficar uma semana ou duas Há muitas raparigas bonitas em Moçambique E muito tempo para um bom romance E toda a gente gosta de parar e falar Para dar uma chance áquele especial que procuras Ou talvez dizer olá apenas com um olhar Deitado ao lado dela ao pé do mar Esticando-se e tocando a sua mão Murmurando o seu sentimento secreto Magia numa terra mágica E quando chega a altura de deixar Moçambique De dizer adeus à areia e ao mar Volta-se para dar um último olhar E vê porque é tão único estar Entre as pessoas amorosas vivendo ivres Nas praias do solarengo Moçambique (Tradução livre de Luis Miguel Oliveira)

Desire released: Jan 5, 1976 Hurricane Isis   Mozambique   One More Cup of Coffee (Valley Below)     Oh, Sister   Joey   Romance in Durango   Black Diamond Bay   Sara   Liner Notes Where do I begin...on the heels of Rimbaud moving like a dancing bullet thru the secret streets of a hot New Jersey night filled with venom and wonder. Meeting the Queen Angel in the reeds of Babylon and then to the fountain of sorrow to drift away in the hot mass of the deluge... To sing praise to the King of those dead streets, to grasp and let go in a heavenly way -- streaming into the lost belly of civilization at a standstill. Romance is taking over. Tolstoy was right. These notes are being written in a bathtub in Maine under ideal conditions, in every Curio Lounge from Brooklyn to Guam, from Lowell to Durango oh sister, when I fall into your spacy arms, can not ya feel the weight of oblivion and the songs of redemption on your backside we surface alongside miles standish and take the rock. We have relations in Mozambique. I have a brother or two and a whole lot of karma to burn... Isis and the moon shine on me. When Rubin gets out of jail, we celebrate in the historical parking lot in sunburned California...