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Editor: Zoltan Paulinyi (submitted 2006-10-16).   Score information: 21 x 33 cm, 11 pages, 548 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Some rights reserved by Zoltan Paulinyi - see score

General Information

Title: A Casa (The House)
Composer: Zoltan Paulinyi

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: Portuguese
Instruments: Piano (ad lib.)

{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.

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Original text and translations

Portuguese.png Portuguese text

Na rua da Casa não passe,
O futuro será póstumo
A fachada da Casa não olhe,
Os olhos serão outros
Na calçada da Casa não pise,
A terra será queda
Os frutos da Casa não coma,
Dentro as paixões disparam
Aos viventes da Casa não fale,
Qualquer palavra é rendição
Os cômodos da Casa não visite,
Os gatos enlouquecem de tanta beleza
Na Casa eu vivo;
Os ausentes são minha família
(Poem by Fernando Fabio Fiorese Furtado)

English.png English translation

Along the street of the House do not pass,
The future will be posthumous
At the façade of the House don't look,
Your eyes will be other eyes
On the sidewalk of the House don't step,
The ground will be fall
The fruit of the House don't eat,
Inside, passions explode
To the inhabitants of the House don´t talk,
Any word means surrender
The rooms of the House don't enter,
The cats get crazy with such beauty
In this House I live;
The absentees are my family