Meu Canário
Marisa Monte
My Canary
For the first time, I cried
Because I was scorned by my love
My shack is now untidy
My canary no longer sings, surely it got upset
Tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet,
Sing my little canary, to ease my pain
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When it's a moonlit night, I go out to the street to meditate
My pine tree does everything to see my canary sing
In the sobbing of the wind
In the whisper of the foliage
In the moan of the coconut trees
Ask him to gather courage
Even so, my canary doesn't sing
And from my throat, a sad moan comes out
Ouch-ouch, oh-oh
Ouch-ouch, oh-oh
