BOB DYLAN

Canta Moçambique


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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...


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