Prisma Noir
João Bosco Lyrics


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Ah, prisma noir
Íris de fúnebre olhar vagões a vazar
Dourados no breu
Delírio meu farpas lascar

Ah, ver crepitar
Gotas de fogo no ar valsar no salão
Pés a deslizar
Pela ilusão de imaginar

Corvos no altar
Círios azuis cheiro de luz
A cruz daqui
Prisma noir me faz sorrir

Quanto mais sangue
Me escorre das veias
Mais sangue eu tenho pra dar

Quanto mais torpe
O cantar das sereias
Mais cândido eu posso escutar

Voar feito pavão
Ou carcará tanto se dá
Virar mundo às avessas com lances de olhar

Só pra dizer que prazer




Hoje as nuvens
Fazem teatro no céu pra mim

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of João Bosco's song Prisma Noir evoke a sense of dark, mysterious imagery through its unique use of vivid language. The opening line, "Ah, prisma noir" refers to a black prism, which may be a metaphor for darkness, reflecting the somber mood of the song. The "íris de fúnebre olhar" or iris of a funereal look, suggests that the subject of the song is experiencing some sort of grief or anguish.


The second verse speaks of the delirium that the subject is experiencing. "Farpas lascar" suggests a sense of pain that is perhaps self-inflicted, and the imagery of "gotas de fogo no ar valsar no salão" or drops of fire dancing in the hall, is ambiguous but intensifies the overall sense of chaos and darkness.


The third verse describes a sort of surrealistic altar where "corvos no altar" or crows on the altar, add to the morbid atmosphere. The use of "círios azuis" or blue candles and "cheiro de luz" or scent of light, creates a disorienting sense of ambiguity in the description.


Overall, Prisma Noir is a poem-like song that offers much to reflect on and invites interpretation from those who listen.


Line by Line Meaning

Ah, prisma noir
The dark prism, a symbol of distorted reality


Íris de fúnebre olhar vagões a vazar
The iris with a mournful look leaking carriages


Dourados no breu
Golden reflections in the darkness


Delírio meu farpas lascar
My delirium cutting like barbs


Ah, ver crepitar
Oh, to see the sparks flying


Gotas de fogo no ar valsar no salão
Droplets of fire waltzing in the hall


Pés a deslizar
Feet sliding


Pela ilusão de imaginar
By the illusion of imagining


Corvos no altar
Ravens on the altar


Círios azuis cheiro de luz
Blue candles smelling of light


A cruz daqui
The cross from here


Prisma noir me faz sorrir
The dark prism makes me smile


Quanto mais sangue
The more blood


Me escorre das veias
Flows from my veins


Mais sangue eu tenho pra dar
The more blood I have to give


Quanto mais torpe
The more sordid


O cantar das sereias
The singing of the sirens


Mais cândido eu posso escutar
The more candidly I can listen


Voar feito pavão
Flying like a peacock


Ou carcará tanto se dá
Or like a vulture, it matters not


Virar mundo às avessas com lances de olhar
Turn the world upside down with glances


Só pra dizer que prazer
Just to say that pleasure


Hoje as nuvens
Today the clouds


Fazem teatro no céu pra mim
Are putting on a show in the sky for me




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