Bachianas Brasileiras No. 5 - Dança (Martelo)
Heitor Villa-Lobos
Bachianas Brasileiras No. 5 - Dance (Hammer)
Irerê, my little bird
From the backlands of Cariri
Irerê, my companion
Where is the guitar?
Where is my love?
Where is Maria?
Oh, sad fate of the singing troubadour!
Without the guitar on which he sang his love
His whistle is your flute of irerê
That your flute from the backlands when it whistles
We suffer without wanting!
Your song comes from deep in the backlands
Like a breeze softening the heart
Irerê, release your song!
Sing more! Sing more!
To remember Cariri!
Sing, cambaxirra!
Sing, dove!
Sing, irerê!
Sing, sing, suffer!
Patativa! Bem-te-vi!
Maria wake up, it's day!
Sing, all of you
Backland birds!
Bem-te-vi!
Eh sabiá!
There! Liá! Liá! Liá! Liá! Liá!
Eh sabiá from the forest singing troubadour!
There! Liá! Liá! Liá!
There! Liá! Liá! Liá! Liá! Liá!
Eh sabiá from the forest suffering!
Your song comes from deep in the backlands
Like a breeze softening the heart
