Serenata do Prado (Meadow Serenade)

Eu ouço folhas em farfalhos
Trinados, trilos
Onde voa a cotovia
E o pintassilgo silva sem parar

Eu ouço coros de chocalhos
Cri-cri de grilos
Onde a aranha se arranha
E o sanhaço se assanha com seu par

E eu ouço a vibração da brisa
Na flora feliz
Colibris colibrisam em flores de liz
Há música no ar, minha mente voa
Onde a serenata soa
Na madrugada gris

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(George Gershwin e Ira Gershwin)

I hear the rustle of the trees
From the nearby thicket
Where the oriole is calling
And the bobolink is falling
For his mate

I hear the sighing of the breeze
And the chirping cricket
Where the whippoorwill is wooing
And the katydid is cooing
To his Kate

And I can hear a cowbell chorus
That’s now being played
Hummingbirds humming for us
From deep in the shade

There’s music in my heart
As my thoughts go winging
Where the spring is ever singing
That meadow serenade