FONETISCH ZO UITSPREKEN!!!!!!!!! VERTALING Schildering van Brazilië. Aquarela do Brasilèiera

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1 Aquarela do Brasilèiera FONETISCH ZO UITSPREKEN!!!!!!!!! AKWARELLA DO BRASIL Mè-oe Brassiel, brasieleiro Mè-oe Brassiel Mè-oe moelato-iensoneiro (S is natte s)(engelse th) voo kantartenos mè-oes bèrsos O Brassiel samba kè da, Bamboleiroe kè fas Ğinga (Ğ is tussen g en k) O Brassiel doe mè-oe amor Tèrra dè nosso senjor, Brassiel, Pramiem. Sambamba, bamboleiro, Mè-oe Brasiel 2x VERTALING Schildering van Brazilië Mijn Brazilië Mijn mooie halfbloed Ik bezing je in mijn gedichten O Brazilië, samba geeft je de swing om te bewegen O, Brazilië waar ik van houd Land van mijn Heer, mijn Brazilië. 1. Oo abrè-akortieno doe passadoe Tjiera ma-è prèta doe šèradoe (š scherpe s) Bota-oe rei konğo noe konğadoe Brassiel - Ah Deisja, o-ie deisja kantar dè noboe trobador A mèrenko re-a loeš da loe-a Toda kansja-o, doe me-oe amor kal trobador bem kantar Trobador - a kansjao - doe meoe amor. Kèroe, siem e-oe kèroe ber ber a sadona kamienandoe 2x pèlos sa lo-ès arastandoe o sè-oe bèstjiedorènda, Brassiel, pramiem. 2. oo èssè kokeiro kè da kokoe oi ondè amarro-a minja rèdè nas noites klaras djè loe-ar, Brassiel, Ah O, èssas fontès moermoerantès 2x e-oe matoe-a minja sèdè oi, ondè è-oe mato-a moenja sèdè, Brassiel è ondè a loe-a bèm brienka è o se-oe kor da-iel e-o loe-ar d Brasiel in do Brassiel trie Ğei-roe mè-oe Brassiel, ko mo-è liendo-è trie Ğei-roe oi kè liendo-èssè Brassiel liendo-èssè trie Ğeiroe Brassiel e o me-oe Brassiel brassieleiroe tèrra dè samba-è pandeiro Brassiel pra miem Brazil, my Brazilian Brazil, O, open het gordijn van het verleden Haal de zwarte moeder van het veld Laat de Conga-koning de Conga dansen Brazilië, O! Laat de troebadour zijn lied zingen tot het melancholieke maanlicht, Het lied van mijn geliefde. Ik zou de H. Moeder graag Door de kamers zien lopen In haar kanten kleed. Brazilië, mijn goede land. O. deze palmboom, die kokosnoten geeft en waaraan ik mijn visnet vastbind in heldere maannachten, Brazilië. O, de murmelende bronnen Waarin ik mijn dorst les En waar de maan komt spelen. Mijn Brazilië, mooi en vol graan. O, Brazilië, mooi en vol graan Mijn Brazilië Land van de samba en de tamboerijn Braziliën, mijn land.

2 AQUARELA DO BRASIL Brasil, meu Brasil brasileiro, Meu mulato inzoneiro, Vou a cantar-te nos meus versos. Ô Brasil, samba que dá Bamboleio que faz gingá. Ô Brasil do meu amor, Terra do Nosso Señor, Ô abre a cortina do passado. Tira a mae* preta do cerrado. Bota o rei congo no congado. Deixa cantar de novo o trovador Á merencória luz da lua Toda cançao* de meu amor. Quero ver a Sà Dona caminando Pelos saloes* arrastrando O seu vestido rendado. Ô, esse coqueiro que dá coco, Oi onde amarro a minha rede Nas noites claras de luar. Brasil, Brasil. Ô oi estas fontes murmurantes, Oi onde eu mato a minha sede E onde a lua vem brincá. Oi, esse Brasil lindo e trigueiro É o meu Brasil brasileiro, Terra de samba e pandeiro. Brasil, Brasil, prá mim, prá mim. VERTALING Schildering van Brazilië Mijn Brazilië Mijn mooie halfbloed Ik bezing je in mijn gedichten O Brazilië, samba geeft je de swing om te bewegen O, Brazilië waar ik van houd Land van mijn Heer, mijn Brazilië. O, open het gordijn van het verleden Haal de zwarte moeder van het veld Laat de Conga-koning de Conga dansen Brazilië, O! Laat de troebadour zijn lied zingen tot het melancholieke maanlicht, Het lied van mijn geliefde. Ik zou de H. Moeder graag Door de kamers zien lopen In haar kanten kleed. Brazilië, mijn goede land. O. deze palmboom, die kokosnoten geeft en waaraan ik mijn visnet vastbind in heldere maannachten, Brazilië. O, de murmelende bronnen Waarin ik mijn dorst les En waar de maan komt spelen. Mijn Brazilië, mooi en vol graan. O, Brazilië, mooi en vol graan Mijn Brazilië Land van de samba en de tamboerijn Braziliën, mijn land. [* Each Word marked with a star has a tilde (as in ñ) over the next-to-the-last vowel, which my keyboard can t duplicate.] AQUARELA DO BRASIL (Literal Translation) Brazil, my Brazilian Brazil,

3 My good-looking donker/bruin. I m going to sing you in my verses. O Brazil, samba that gives A swing that makes you sway. O Brazil that I love, Land of Our Lord, Brazil, for me! O, open the curtain of the past. Bring the black mother out of the pastures. Put the Congo king dancing the Congo. Brazil, Brazil! For me Let the troubador sing again To the melancholy light of the moon Every song of my love. I want to see the Holy Lady walking Through the halls, wearing Her garments of lace. Brazil, good and pleasant land Of the beautiful brown girl With the indifferent gaze. O Brazil, greenness that gives The world cause to wonder. O Brazil that I love, Land of Our Lord, O, this palm tree that yields coconuts, Where I tie my fishing net On clear moonlit nights. Brazil, Brazil! O, these murmuring fountains Where I quench my thirst And where the moon comes to play. O, this Brazil, beautiful and wheaten, Is my Brazilian Brazil, Land of the samba and the tambourine. AQUARELA DO BRASIL (Brazilian- Portuguese Lyrics) Brasil, meu Brasil brasileiro, Meu mulato inzoneiro, Vou a cantar-te nos meus versos. Ô Brasil, samba que dá Bamboleio que faz gingá. Ô Brasil do meu amor,

4 Terra do Nosso Señor, Ô abre a cortina do passado. Tira a mae* preta do cerrado. Bota o rei congo no congado. Deixa cantar de novo o trovador Á merencória luz da lua Toda cançao* de meu amor. Quero ver a Sà Dona caminando Pelos saloes* arrastrando O seu vestido rendado. Brasil, terra boa e gostosa, Da moreninha sestrosa, De olhar indiferente. Ô Brasil, verde que dá Para o mundo admirá. Ô Brasil do meu amor, Terra do Nosso Señor, Ô, esse coqueiro que dá coco, Oi onde amarro a minha rede Nas noites claras de luar. Brasil, Brasil. Ô oi estas fontes murmurantes, Oi onde eu mato a minha sede E onde a lua vem brincá. Oi, esse Brasil lindo e trigueiro É o meu Brasil brasileiro, Terra de samba e pandeiro. Brasil, Brasil, prá mim, prá mim. [* Each Word marked with a star has a tilde (as in ñ) over the next-to-the-last vowel, which my keyboard can t duplicate.] Land of Our Lord, O, open the curtain of the past. Bring the black mother out of the astures. Put the Congo king dancing the Congo. Brazil, Brazil! For me Let the troubador sing again To the melancholy light of the moon Every song of my love. I want to see the Holy Lady walking Through the halls, wearing Her garments of lace. Brazil, good and pleasant land Of the beautiful brown girl With the indifferent gaze. O Brazil, greenness that gives The world cause to wonder. O Brazil that I love, Land of Our Lord, O, this palm tree that yields coconuts, Where I tie my fishing net On clear moonlit nights. Brazil, Brazil! O, these murmuring fountains Where I quench my thirst And where the moon comes to play. O, this Brazil, beautiful and wheaten, Is my Brazilian Brazil, Land of the samba and the tambourine. AQUARELA DO BRASIL (Literal Translation) Brazil, my Brazilian Brazil, My good-looking mulatto. I m going to sing you in my verses. O Brazil, samba that gives A swing that makes you sway. O Brazil that I love,

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6 Aquarela do Brasil Aquarela do Brasil is, arguably, the greatest popular song of all times. In November 1997 it was voted Best Brazilian Song of the Century by a jury of thirteen experts assembled by the Brazilian Academy of Letters. Better known to the world as Brazil, this samba has been recorded innumerable times by all manner of artists, from the sublime to the ridiculous. Composed in early 1939, the song heralded a new genre in Brazilian Popular Music: samba-exaltação, a samba exulting in the beauties of the land. Aquarela do Brasil was first performed in the theatrical revue Entra na Faixa on 16 June 1939 by the popular singer Araci Cortes. Incredible as it may seem, her rendition passed virtually unnoticed, which led the composer to overlook her when it came time to record what turned out to be his most famous song. Ary picked a namesake of the first singer Aracy de Almeida, who had recently recorded his Camisa Amarela to great acclaim to record Aquarela do Brasil. An RCA Victor artist, Aracy went to Leslie Evans, the much-feared American artistic director of her label, and told him about the wonderful new samba she wanted to record. Evans, who hated samba and sambistas. Ary wanted "Aquarela do Brasil" to be recorded with a full orchestra, and Aracy communicated this condition to Evans. The director, used to having his way, was unwilling to commit more than a conjunto regional (a small choro ensemble) to the recording. As a result, Aracy recorded another samba, now forgotten, while Francisco Alves had the honor of being the first to record Brazil's greatest song. Ary Barroso relaunched Aquarela on 28 June 1939 in Henrique Pongetti s musical revue Joujoux e Balangandãs (with songs by Ary, Lamartine Babo, and Antônio Nássara), where it was sung to great acclaim by the lyric tenor Cândido Botelho in an orchestral arrangement by maestro Radamés Gnattali. Botelho naturally wished to record the song but couldn t reach Ary, who was out of town. In the meantime, the record label Odeon sent a telegram to Ary seeking exclusivity for its own planned recording with the great singing star Francisco Alves, O Rei da Voz. Alves recorded Aquarela with Radamés Gnattali and his orchestra in August 1939, and the record was released in October of the same year. The six-minute arrangement was too long to fit on one side of a 78-rpm disc and was recorded in two parts that occupied both sides of the single. Several other recordings, including one by Alves main rival, Sílvio Caldas, followed in quick succession. In August 1941, Walt Disney visited Brazil on a U.S. State Department Good Neighbor Policy mission. In Belém do Pará, he complained to journalist Celestino Silveira that the hotel band was playing only North American tunes. Silveira asked the musicians to play Brazilian music, and the pianist played Aquarela do Brasil, reportedly badly. On the flight from Belém to Rio de Janeiro, Disney discussed the creation of the Zé Carioca character and the kind of song that should accompany it. He remembered Aquarela and asked Silveira if he knew the composer. Silveira told him that he could present him the next day. The following day, Disney and Barroso met at a cocktail party given by the U.S. consulate at the hotel Glória in Rio. They conversed about the song, and right there it acquired the title Brazil (see English lyrics). The first U.S. recording of Brazil was made on 4 September 1941 by pianist and bandleader Eddy Duchin, who had just returned from an engagement at the Cassino de Copacabana in Rio de Janeiro. On this recording, vocalist Tony Leonard sings in Portuguese. Next came Xavier Cugat and his Waldorf-Astoria Orchestra, who recorded their first version on 30 December 1941 with vocalist La Chata and chorus singing in Portuguese. On 17 May 1942 Cugat recorded a radio transcription with Dinah Shore, followed on 31 May

7 1942 by André Kostelanetz and his Orchestra with vocalist Allan Jones and on 14 July by Jimmy Dorsey and his Orchestra with vocalists Bob Eberly & Helen O Connell. Despite all this activity, it wasn t until 1943 that Brazil finally became a Top Ten hit in the USA, when one of Cugat s versions attained the number 2 spot on the hit parade. Both Aquarela and Ary s other monster hit, Na Baixa do Sapateiro (aka Bahia or Baía ) were incorporated into animated segments in Disney s films: Aquarela in Saludos Amigos (1942) and Na Baixa in The Three Caballeros (1944). In both cases, the singers were Brazilian. Aquarela do Brasil was performed in Portuguese by Aloysio de Oliveira, founder of the pioneer vocalinstrumental group Bando da Lua, musical director for Carmen Miranda, and later the most important bossa-nova recording magnate in Brazil. Na Baixa do Sapateiro gained English lyrics by Ray Gilbert and was sung by Nestor Amaral. By 1945 Aquarela had been performed more than two million times on U.S. radio and TV. It also enjoys the dubious honor of being the seventh most frequently played song in hotels and restaurants. During Ary Barroso s life, his most important interpreters were Carmen Miranda, Sílvio Caldas, Francisco Alves, Aracy de Almeida, Orlando Silva and Elizeth Cardoso. The foremost living Ary Barroso interpreter is, without a doubt, João Gilberto, who gave many of Ary s tunes a new lease on life and whose three recordings of Aquarela do Brasil are widely regarded as the definitive versions of this song. As he is sometimes wont to do, João Gilberto modified the song to suit his own style, replacing several words and omitting the refrain Brasil, prá mim, prá mim, prá mim.

8 Aquarela do Brasil Ary Barroso (1939) Brasil Meu Brasil brasileiro Meu mulato inzoneiro Vou cantar-te nos meus versos Ô Brasil, samba que dá Bamboleio, que faz gingá Ô Brasil do meu amor Terra de Nosso Senhor Prá mim... prá mim... Ô, abre a cortina do passado Tira a Mãe Preta do serrado Bota o Rei Congo no congado Deixa cantar de novo o trovador À merencória luz da lua Toda canção do meu amor Quero ver a Sá Dona caminhando Pelos salões arrastando O seu vestido rendado Prá mim... prá mim... Brasil terra boa e gostosa Da morena sestrosa De olhar indiscreto Ô Brasil, verde que dá Para o mundo se admirá Ô Brasil do meu amor Terra de Nosso Senhor Prá mim... prá mim... Brasil, meu Brasil brasileiro Meu mulato inzoneiro Vou cantar-te nos meus versos Brasil, samba que dá Bamboleio, que faz gingar Ô, Brasil do meu amor Terra de Nosso Senhor Abre a cortina do passado Tira a mãe preta do serrado Bota o rei congo no congado Canta de novo, trovador À merencória luz da lua Toda canção do seu amor Quero ver essa dona caminhando Pelos salões arrastando O seu vestido rendado Esse coqueiro que dá côco É onde amarro a minha rêde Nas noites claras de luar Ô, essas fontes murmurantes Onde eu mato a minha sede Onde a lua vem brincar Ô, esse Brasil lindo e trigueiro É o meu Brasil brasileiro Terra de samba e pandeiro Brasil, terra boa e gostosa Da morena sestrosa De olhar indiferente Brasil, samba que dá Para o mundo se admirar O Brasil do meu amor Terra de Nosso Senhor Ô, esse coqueiro que dá côco Oi, onde amarro a minha rêde Nas noites claras de luar Ah, ouve essas fontes murmurantes Aonde eu mato a minha sede E onde a lua vem brincá Ah, este Brasil lindo e trigueiro É o meu Brasil brasileiro Terra de samba e pandeiro Prá mim... prá mim... Aquarela do Brasil Ary Barroso (João Gilberto s version)

9 BRAZIL (Published English Version) Brazil, the Brazil that I know, Where I wandered with you Lives in my imagination. Where the songs are passionate, And a smile has flash in it, And a kiss has art in it, For you put your heart in it, And so I dream of old Brazil Where hearts were entertaining June, We stood beneath an amber moon And softly murmured someday soon We kissed and clung together, Then tomorrow was another day The morning found me miles away With still a million things to say Now when twilight dims the sky above, Recalling thrills of our love, There s one thing I m certain of; Return I will to old Brazil.

10 Aquarela do Brasil (Ary Barroso) Meu Brasil brasileiro Meu mulato izoneiro Vou cantar-te nos meus versos Brasil, samba que d Bamboleio, que faz ging Brasil, do meu amor Terra de nosso Senhor abre a cortina do passado Tira a me preta do serrado Bota o rei gongo no congado Deixa... cantar de novo o trovador A merencoria luz da lua Toda a cano do meu amor Quero ver a "s dona" caminhando Pelos sales arrastando O seu vestido rendado Terra boa e gostosa (A moreninha) Da morena sestrosa De olhar (indiscreto) indiferente Brasil, (verde) samba que d (para o mundo se admir) Bamboleio que Faz ging O Brasil do meu amor Terra de nosso Senhor esse coqueiro que d coco Oi, onde amarro a minha rede Nas noites claras de luar, (oi) ouve estas fontes murmurantes Oi onde eu mato a minha sede E onde a lua vem brincar Oi, esse Brasil lindo e trigueiro o meu Brasil brasileiro Terra de samba e pandeiro Brazilië! Mijn Brazilië Brazilië Mijn Mulato izoneiro Ik zal zingen u in mijn woorden Brazilië, Samba, dat d Bamboleio, die ging Brazilië, van mijn liefde Land van onze Heer Brazilië! Brazilië! Voor mij... Voor mij... opent het gordijn van het verleden Ik schiet het zwart van gezaagd Bota de koning gongo in congado Brazilië! Voor mij... Laten... zingen van de nieuwe troubadour De merencoria licht van de maan Al de loop van mijn liefde Ik wil dat het 's eigenaar "Walking Door te slepen Sales Uw jurk rendado Brazilië! Voor mij... Voor mij... Brazilië! Brazilië! Aarde goed en lekker (De moreninha) de morena sestrosa Van zoeken (indiscretie) onverschillig Brazilië, (groen) samba dat d (voor de wereld als Admir) dat Bamboleio Het ging Het Brazilië van mijn liefde Land van onze Heer Brazilië! Voor mij... Voor mij... Voor mij... d dat deze kokosnoot kokos Hoi, waar amarro mijn netwerk Op heldere nachten van Moonlight Brazilië! Voor mij..., (Hi) hoort deze bronnen murmurantes Hi, waar ik mijn zetel wiet En waar komt de maan te spelen Hallo, deze mooie en Brazilië trigueiro mijn Braziliaanse Brazilië Land van samba en tamboerijn Brazilië! Brazilië! Voor mij... Voor mij...