Raimundo Fagner Cândido Lopes (born in Orós, Ceará, October 13, 1949) is a … Read Full Bio ↴Raimundo Fagner Cândido Lopes (born in Orós, Ceará, October 13, 1949) is a Brazilian singer, composer, musician, actor and music producer. He is commonly known by the stage name Fagner.

The youngest of the five children of José Fares, Lebanese immigrant to Brazil, and Dona Francisca, Fagner was born in Fortaleza, the capital of the state of Ceará, although his birth was recorded in Orós.

At the age of five years he won a youth competition at a local radio station. As a teen, he formed vocal and instrumental groups and began to compose his own music. In 1968 he won the Festival de Música Popular do Ceará (Popular Music Festival of Ceará) with his song "Nada Sou" (I am Nothing).

In 1971 he moved to the capital Brasília, taking first place in the Festival de Música Popular do Centro de Estudos Universitários de Brasília (Popular Music Festival of the University Studies Center of Brasília) with his piece "Mucuripe" (with collaborator Belchior), which was later recorded by artist Elis Regina, and became Fagner's first notable success as a composer. He won prizes in other categories with additional pieces, as well.

He has had a distinguished career as a performer, singer, songwriter and composer for over 3 decades, and is also known for his collaborations with other MPB artists such as Caetano Veloso, Roberta Miranda, Chico Buarque and others.

Versos Ardentes
Fagner Lyrics

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Como a lua na imaginação dos marinheiros

Se queres saber porque relembrei as tais palavras
Há sonhos demais entre os murmúrios dessas pedras
A felicidade em nosso olhar não há paisagem transitória
E as mais belas das ruínas da memória
Serão rimas de nossas futuras catedrais

Como as pedras rolando no tempo tão caladas
Suas palavras me abandonaram no silêncio
Por elas mudei de lugar e andei sofrendo
Eu queria cantar por amor e sem dinheiro

Minha casa era um vento azul de imensas asas
Suas palavras me abandonaram no silêncio
Pintei meus versos ardentes na fachada
Como a lua na imaginação dos marinheiros

Se queres saber porque relembrei as tais palavras
Há sonhos demais entre os murmúrios dessas pedras
A felicidade em nosso olhar é uma paisagem transitória
E as mais belas das ruínas da memória
Serão rimas de nossas futuras catedrais

Se queres saber porque relembrei as tais palavras
Há sonhos demais entre os murmúrios dessas pedras
A felicidade em nosso olhar é uma paisagem transitória

E as mais belas das ruínas da memória
Serão rimas de nossas futuras catedrais

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Versos Ardentes" by Fagner depict the idea of the power of words, memories, and the passage of time. The singer reflects on how the words of someone he cared for deeply have left him in silence, causing him to move and suffer. He describes his home as a blue wind with immense wings, but even in this haven, he feels the pain of lost words. The singer finds solace in expressing himself poetically, painting his fiery verses on the walls of his home, much like the moon exists in the imagination of sailors.

The second stanza reminds us that memories are like stones that roll through time, often in silence. The singer suggests that the dreams and murmurs of these stones, the memories of the past, are so numerous they cause him to remember lost words. The final stanza tries to reconcile the idea that happiness in our eyes is transient, but that our future cathedrals will be built with the most beautiful ruins of our memories, forming a lasting monument to the power of words.

Line by Line Meaning

Como as pedras rolando no tempo tão caladas
Just like stones that slowly and quietly change over time

Suas palavras me abandonaram no silêncio
Your words left me in silence, alone and forgotten

Por elas mudei de lugar e andei sofrendo
I moved away because of those words and I suffered because of it

Eu queria cantar por amor e sem dinheiro
I wanted to sing for love, with no need for money

Minha casa era um vento azul de imensas asas
My home was like a blue wind with huge wings

Pintei meus versos ardentes na fachada
I painted my passionate verses on the façade

Como a lua na imaginação dos marinheiros
Just like how the moon is imagined by sailors

Se queres saber porque relembrei as tais palavras
If you want to know why I remembered those words

Há sonhos demais entre os murmúrios dessas pedras
There are too many dreams in the whispers of these stones

A felicidade em nosso olhar não há paisagem transitória
The happiness in our eyes is not a fleeting landscape

E as mais belas das ruínas da memória
And the most beautiful of memories will become the rhymes of our future cathedrals

Serão rimas de nossas futuras catedrais
They will become the rhymes of our future cathedrals

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Fausto Jr., Raimundo Lopes

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Como as pedras rolando no tempo tão caladas
Suas palavras me abandonaram no silêncio
Por elas mudei de lugar e andei sofrendo
Eu queria cantar por amor e sem dinheiro

Minha casa era um vento azul imensas asas
Suas palavras me abandonaram no silêncio
Pintei meus versos ardentes na fachada
Como a lua na imaginação dos marinheiros

Se queres saber porque relembrei as tais palavras
Há sonhos demais entre os murmúrios dessas pedras
A felicidade em nosso olhar não há paisagem transitória
E as mais belas das ruínas da memória
Serão rimas de nossas futuras catedrais

Como as pedras rolando no tempo tão caladas
Suas palavras me abandonaram no silêncio
Por elas mudei de lugar e andei sofrendo
Eu queria cantar por amor e sem dinheiro

Minha casa era um vento azul imensas asas
Suas palavras me abandonaram no silêncio
Pintei meus versos ardentes na fachada
Como a lua na imaginação dos marinheiros

Se queres saber porque relembrei as tais palavras
Há sonhos demais entre os murmúrios dessas pedras