Bachianas Brasileiras No.5 Aria [Cantilena] [English translation]

Eventide, a rosy cloud, slow and transparent

over the spot, dreamlike and beautiful!

The moon gently appearing beyond the horizon,

embellishing the eventide, like a sweet maid

preparing herself till she's dreamily gorgeous,

with her soul avid to become beautiful

yelling to heaven and earth, to all of Nature!

Silent are the birds to her sad laments

and reflected on the sea all of Her richness...

Soft the light of the moon awakes already

a fierce desire that laughs and cries.

Eventide, a rosy cloud, slow and transparent

over the spot, dreamlike and beautiful!