When swaddled | When swaddled in my deep dream

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from Volkslieder (Folksongs)

Translation © by Sarah Daughtrey, Lucy Zollner

Quando embalada

Language: Portuguese (Português)

Our translations: ENG

Quando embalada meu sonhar profundo
A minha imagem te assaltar a mente,
Recorda os dias que te amei, ingrato,
Que, mesmo morta, te ouvirei contente.

Quando meu peito não gemer mais nunca;
Quando meus olhos não te virem mais;
Recorda os dias que te amei, ingrato,
Que lá do céu escutarei teus ais.

Text Authorship:

from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , "Quando embalada" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Mozart Camargo Guarnieri (1907 - 1993), "Quando embalada", 1948, published 1955 [voice and piano], from Três canções brasileiras, no. 1, São Paulo: Ricordi [ sung text verified 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Sarah Daughtrey) (Lucy Zollner) , title 1: "When swaddled", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2010-07-07
Line count: 8
Word count: 54

When swaddled

Language: English after the Portuguese (Português)

When swaddled in my deep dream
My image will break into your mind
Remember the days that I loved you, ungrateful one,
that, even dead, you I will listen to you gladly.

When my breast moans never more 
When my eyes look at you no more;
Remember the days that I loved you, ungrateful one,
that there in heaven I will listen to your sighs.

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Based on:

a text in Portuguese (Português) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , "Quando embalada"
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This text was added to the website: 2017-05-05
Line count: 8
Word count: 65