Bethânia Bem de Perto - A Propósito de um Show (1966) - full transcript

Oh, how I want to go back

I want to go back someday

To have Bahia in my heart again

Oh, clear water that has no end

There's no other song in me

I miss it so much...

Oh, how I want
To feel that joy again

The joy of going back to Bahia

To find the love I left behind

I've just arrived from Bahia

and I'm already talking about
how I miss my homeland,



and how I want to go back.

And I know that
I'll keep on talking about it.

At least until I go back,
around December 8th.

to attend the Concei??o party.

And until that day comes.
I keep on singing.

And I have a lot of sambas to play,

and if they are about Bahia,
I sing even better.

So long

My love

And I won't come back

God

Willing

I'll ask someone to bring you to me

At the full moon



When the sand is even whiter

I'll ask someone to bring you to me

Have I told you that
there was no rehearsal?

I'll talk to him.

Good idea. I'd talk to him.
but I'm a little scared.

He's always complaining
about everything.

I'm afraid of talking to him.

He got really upset.

Edson is a polite guy.

He's very polite, but he
lost his temper yesterday.

Really? With you?

Not with me, with Macal?,
but I was offended too.

- I didn't see that.
- You were not there anymore.

I don't know why,
but the flutist left the studio

and said that he was going
to see you play.

- He's crazy. Edson.
- Completely nuts.

"I won't rehearse because
I'm going to see Edson's concert."

Isn't it insane?

I thought he was kidding!

Suddenly he left the studio
and never came back!

- Great!
- Great? What about the rehearsal?

I'm sorry...

- I'd like to do that, you know?
- Do what?

Hold the camera?

This camera is awesome,
a very silent one.

The one they used
at "Opini?o" was too noisy.

- Hi, Pedro, how are you doing?
- I'm fine, thank God.

- Is it for me? Thanks. How are you?
- I'm fine. See you.

Right. No blue roses today?

I'm out of blue roses.

He brings me flowers everyday.

- Who's this guy?
- He's Pedro das Flores.

Or Pedro da Noite,
I'm not quite sure.

'Das flores', right?

He picks flowers in the woods everyday.

I think I will sing
with a red rose tonight.

Did you find one? Thanks.

- Look.
- What?

Give this one to the other girl.

Right. This is for you, "the other girl"

Blue roses are weird...

But It won't last long.

It will die right after
the beginning of the concert.

Thank you very much.

A red rose for a joyous pretty girl.

Leave

The delusion for those
Who don't know how to love

And who don't know how to love

Will suffer

Because they can't

Understand

That the love that dies
Is an illusion

And an illusion must die

That the love that dies
Is an illusion

And an illusion...

The talking movies

Are responsible for the transformation

Of the people who think

That a shed is worse than a jail

At the slum

If I do something wrong

Risoleta will give up

Learning French and English

The slang that our slum has created

Were soon accepted and used by the city

And now the scoundrel
No longer dances the samba

He's at the ballroom
Dancing the foxtrot

Nowadays there are people

Who like to show off

But they seem to forget
That there's no translation for samba

In French

Everything that the scoundrel says

At a low voice

Is in Brazilian

And not in Portuguese

At the slum
Love is for real

And the rhymes of samba.

Can you help me with the guitar?

I'm about to record a beautiful song.

My mum used to sing it
at S?o Jo?o parties...

- Look up at the sky, my love
- I know it.

Isn't it beautiful?

See how it is lovely

Look at the multi-colored balloon

How it disappears in the sky

It happened one night...

It happened one night like this one

That you gave me your heart

The sky was in festivities

Because it was Saint John's night

What about Roberto Carlos?

- What?
- What do you think about him?

I don't know him
I saw Roberto Carlos sing...

I don't know him in person,
never heard him singing,

only on TV shows. I swear to you.

I'm not being snobbish.

How could I do it to Roberto Carlos?

He's the most famous singer in Brazil...

I heard him singing
"Que V? Tudo Pro Inferno".

But I think this song pretty awful..

Oh, my God.

Someone told me that he's a nice guy.

- Do you know him?
- No. Thank God.

A friend of mine knows him.

I've killed all the artists
that I don't like, right?

I'd try to figure out
how they would die...

It would be great.

And Roberto Carlos would die
doing that silly pose

that he usually does
when he's on stage,

introducing the guests
of his TV show.

He'd die doing that pose.
"This is red hot, dude".

You met them right after
you arrived from Bahia, right?

No, I only met them recently.

I didn't know any of them,
they were all traveling.

You didn't know anybody
when you moved to Rio?

- Nobody.
- And how did you begin singing?

- I began at the "Opini?o" show.
- But were you in Bahia back then?

- Yes.
- Who invited you?

Vianinha.

Nara met me in Bahia.

She was in Bahia one month before
the premiere of "Opini?o".

After one year in S?o Paulo
I only sang "Carcar?", you know?

I didn't sing any other song.

One day I tried to sing "Andaluzia",
a very beautiful song,

but the reaction of the audience
wasn't very positive.

It seemed that I wasn't there.

I sang it before "Carcar?".

But they didn't applaud the encore.

It has been more than one year
singing only "Carcar?",

so I want to sing something else.
My record has 12 songs.

I couldn't any song from my record,

except for "Carcar?".

It was funny, because
the show was already over

when they began to yell:
"Carcar?!, Carcar?!".

And I think that "Viramundo" is...

I think that "Viramundo" is very violent.

They ask for "Carcar?"
every night, isn't it?

Every single night.

The owner of the club asked me
to sing it on the last night.

- Will you sing it?
- Yes.

I'll sing it because he asked me.

He asked me to sing
"De Manh?" and "Carcar?".

I will sing "De Manh?" tonight.

Do you prefer singing romantic songs?

But I also like to sing
a more "violent" song. I love it.

I really love it.

I feel more comfortable,
it is better for me, you know?

But I also like to sing "Marina",
"Est? Fazendo Um Ano"...

I don't like singing
"mid-range" songs, you know?

- "O Barquinho" and things like that...
- I hate "O Barquinho".

I don't like it at all.

I can't stand this kind of music.

A "mid-range" song
is neither a romantic song

nor a hardcore thing
like "Viramundo", you know?

It is neither "Marina" nor "Viramundo",

it is something that
gets stuck in the middle.

I've recorded a song by Jocardes,
a song that I love,

it is really beautiful,
but it's a "mid-range" song.

I don't feel comfortable,
I don't know where to put my hands

or how will I look like
when I'm on stage.

I can't control my body,
my voice, nothing,

when I sing this kind of song.

So be it

Let them say what they want,
My darling

So be it

Let your heart talk too

Because he is right
When he complains

So we let things be,

So be it, so be it, so be it..

Nobody lives more than once

Let it be

Say yes and don't say maybe

So let it be

The passion also exists

Let it be

Don't let me be sad

Let it be

Don't let me be sad

Let it be

He asked Antonio to call me to say
that he writes songs in Portuguese

and a Portuguese agent
invited me to sing in Portugal.

My friends...

No, he called me to say that...

a friend of him was in Russia
and saw my record there,

that everybody loves it
and that "Carcar?" is a major hit.

Give me this newspaper, Robertinho,
I will show Julio something really cool.

My father talking about me:

"I met the old Veloso
on the street and he said:

Beth?nia has a sixth sense.
A woman of unswerving character."

This is great.

This is my father...

"when me and her mother
were worried about her career,

she calmed us down, saying that
she knew what she was doing.

Now I'm no longer worried."

After holding you in my arms

- I'm sorry.
- I'll miss you so much

Remembering the 40's...

- Allow me...
- Where's my scotch?

I don't want it.

Come here, hold my hand

For I want to show you

That life's a song

That we never get tired of singing

Beautiful chord.

- Beautiful.
- You like it? There's more to come.

It's beautiful.

Caetano's song is also beautiful.

- I can't remember the lyrics...
- Caetano's song goes like this:

"Throw your cloak on the sand
and run naked to the sea..."

It's beautiful.

Benedicta tu

In mulieribus, tu

Benedictus frutus

Ventris tuis Jesu

Jesu

Sancta Maria

Sancta Maria Mater Dei

Ora pro nobis

Ora pro nobis

Pecatoribus

Beautiful!

Let's play it on a different pace.

Branch?, I'll be waiting for your sign.

"Morre..." and so on.

- How do you want to sing it?
- Faster

and I want Noel's song faster too.
Both of them.

- Only tonight?
- No, always.

- But you said that...
- But I changed my mind,

I want it different.

- But can you explain me how...
- What?

Do you want it as fast as
we play at the rehearsals?

Faster, faster...

I will sing it in a high tone,
rather than in a low tone.

The pace is very slow,
I'm not comfortable with that.

- We've got play it at a high tone...
- Hold on.

- I know.
- The tone is very low, everything's low.

A guy on the front row
tried to talk to me.

A lot of people tried to talk
to me when I got on stage.

- "Beth?nia, Beth?nia..."
- And I said: "Good evening..."

"Hi, Fernanda, how are you?"

"I'm fine! Everything's great!"

Can you believe it?

The show is about to begin.

There's a very strong light
above my head...

Let me see, Suzana.

Oh, Suzana... What happened?

I don't know,
there's a little smudge here.

There's a purple smudge
right above my eye,

you may have dropped something.

Look. Here's the smudge.

What happened to my eyebrow?

Sometimes things go wrong,
what can I do?

I'm a frequent globetrotter
Searching for wonders

Cutting with a knife and a blade
The insanities of life

Scaring away with screams
The braveness of my enemies

Jumping to avoid being caught
By a web of intrigues

I'd rather have my life as an enemy
For all my life

Than having my fortune told
By the death of life

I'm a frequent globetrotter

Through the ways of the backwoods

But I will turn this world
Into feast, labour and bread

The world will turn upside down
And the globetrotters will see

The leaders of this world
Who are clever, mean and deceitful

Be unseated by the world
That they once ruled

But I will turn this world
Into feast, labour and bread

Into feast, labour and bread

All this is included
and incorporated in the tour.

Because in some cities,
like in Paris,

we play only one concert

possibly at Palais Des Champs Elys?es,

which is the best
philharmonic theater of Paris.

Just one presentation in Paris?

Maybe one or two concerts,
but I think one concert.

Now, to make publicity
in a town like Paris

for just one concert,
it is not possible.

So what you really do, what we do,

is we give television free
to broadcast concert

- and then television makes publicity.
- I got it.

- So the idea is...
- Jararaca & Ratinho.

This is a very important part
of the scheme...

- Fernando Lobo, Alo?sio de Oliveira and...
- This is great!

- Fernando Lobo...
- Fernando playing violin!

- He used to play violin.
- And this, by the way...

Djalma!

- This is Macal?...
- This is Djalma, look...

- Ben??
- What?

But we've talked about it previously,

but I think it is better to discuss
the proposition now, you know?

Now, here's the deal:

From my point of view,
their proposition is very good.

And Rosinha and Edu agree with me.

- It is wonderful.
- Wonderful.

Luizinho is scared because he won't go.

They can send a telegram to London
saying that you agree,

but you won't be able
to go to London

until the end of this 15-day season,

and that the British leg of the tour
may be postponed.

I don't understand anything, you know?

And because of that,
they will offer...

This idea which Luizinho proposed,

- that we send a cable to London.
- Yes.

Exactly.

Caetano, if Rosinha and Edu go,
I will go too.

She said that if Rosinha
and Edu, if they go, she will go.

Then ask her
if we can discuss the contract.

He's asking if we can
discuss the contract.

He will leave a copy
of the contract with you.

Can you leave the contract with her?

Leave the contract to sign now?

No, she first wants to know everything.

- We can read now.
- Let me read the contract for you.

It's in Portuguese.

- It's in English and Portuguese.
- No problem.

He's asking if you want to sign it now.

She first wants to talk
with Rosinha and Edu.

...two weeks, 500 dollars,
one week. 250 dollars.

It will be 250 dollars per week.
That's it.

It will be 500 dollars
for two weeks, guaranteed.

- Guaranteed minimum two weeks.
- Two weeks.

Maybe three weeks, maybe four weeks.
Four weeks maximum.

And we know, by early contracts.

that we do three weeks or four weeks.

He thinks that you will play
for three weeks.

I cannot give you
a complete list yet, but...

- What do you want? A list of hotels?
- Yes.

Not of the hotels,
but of the places, the countries.

The places, the countries.

I cannot give you the exact list now,
but I can give you an idea...

Okay. That's what she
wants to know, an idea.

I start in the East.
It will be Vienna, Austria.

Austria. Vienna.

Switzerland.

Zurich, Basel, Geneva.
Geneva, Lausanne or Montreux.

Copenhagen, in Denmark.

Stockholm, Sweden.

Rosinha will play
on top of the Berlin wall.

Possibly Lund,
which is a Swedish University.

- In a University.
- Lund is a University in Sweden.

Sweden.

Sweden.
There's a University called Lund.

I hope London, because it
depends on the working plan.

but I think it will be okay.
I hope Amsterdam...

I pointed my gun at the world
But aiming at your heart

The bullet weighs six pounds
And has the power of hurricane

I pointed my gun at the world
But aiming at your heart

The bullet weighs six pounds
And has the power of hurricane

The bullet hit it silently
And fell on the ground

The enamored pierrot

That used to sing day and night

Because of a Colombina

Ended up crying
Ended up crying

I won't let another night

Another peaceful night

Come and take away from you

This beautiful morning

Made of dew

That takes this joy away

I'm the one who cries

Watching your sleep

Dreaming more dreams

I won't stay in the middle of the road

Because I have my love
To make me company

Goodbye

I'm going and I won't come back

And wherever I go

I know that I'll be alone

So lonely, my love

I don't even want to think

That I won't come back

From my endless trip

Oh, my love, don't go away

See how life is crying

See how sad this song is

No, I beg you, don't leave me

Because the pain that you feel now

Can only be forgotten through forgiveness

Oh, my beloved, forgive me

Because even though the pain that I caused

Still hurts you

I beg you, don't destroy

All the things that belong to you

For something that I've already paid for

I beg you, don't destroy

All the things that belong to you

For something that I've already paid for

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