It´s Carnival Time in Brazil

Copyright Soaroir
27/1/13



No Carnaval

Eu me escondo, me recolho

Até dou me uma sumida

Mas no "mute" fica o olho

Nesta urbe ensandecida.

Um batuque, um tambor

Desfilado na avenida

Faz até trabalhador

Se esquecer da própria vida...



I hide myself, in reclusion
I allow myself to desappear
But in mute I keep connected
In this phony happy urbis.
A "batuque", a long drum
Paraded on the avenue
Makes up even workers
To forget their own lives.






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First draft/translation:

It´s Carnival in Brazil

Copyright Soaroir Jan.27.13

I hide myself, in reclusion
I allow myself to disappear
But in mute I lay my eyes
(but in mute I keep connected)
In this crazy, loony urbis
In this fake/phony happy urbis.
A "batuque", a long drum
Paraded on the avenue
Makes up even workers
To forget their own lives.

At Carnival

(camouflaged, I

(I hide, I gather
Also I give me a faint/scram
But in “mude” keep my eyes
In this loony  urbis.

A drumming, drum
Paraded on the avenue
Makes up even workers
Forget their own lives)