Daughter of musicians Dorival Caymmi and Stella Maris, and sibling of Danil… Read Full Bio ↴Daughter of musicians Dorival Caymmi and Stella Maris, and sibling of Danilo and Dori Caymmi, Nana was raised in one of the most musical families in Brazil. Nana started singing at an early age and adopted a singular technique which enhanced her low pitch voice. In 1961 she recorded her father's song "Acalanto", and then moved with her husband to Venezuela, an withdrawing from the music bizz for that period. Back in Brazil, Nana released her first album "Nana", for the record label Elenco, which belonged to the music producer Aloysio de Oliveira. In 1966, Nana performed the song "Saveiros" (Dori Caymmi/ Nelson Motta) at the First International Song Festival and was placed first. She has also worked abroad with Sarah Vaughan and Sergio Mendes.

Horas
Nana Caymmi Lyrics

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Se já fora
Que importa agora
Retalhar a dor, ai
Que doeu outrora, infindada
A vez não é nada
Passarão-se agoras
Horas, horas

Se já fora
Que importa agora
Retalhar a dor, ai
Que doeu outrora, infindada
A vez não é nada

Passarão-se agoras
Horas, horas

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Nana Caymmi's song "Horas" explore the idea of letting go of past pain and living in the present moment. The repetition of the phrase "se já fora, que importa agora" means "if it's already gone, what does it matter now." The song suggests that dwelling on past pain is pointless and that it's important to move on and not let that pain continue to linger.

The line "passarão-se agoras, horas, horas" suggests that time passes quickly and that we should not waste it dwelling on past pain. The use of the word "infindada" which means "endless" emphasizes the idea that pain can consume us if we don't move on.

Overall, the song is a reminder to live in the present moment and not let past pain hold us back.

Line by Line Meaning

Se já fora
If it has already gone

Que importa agora
What does it matter now?

Retalhar a dor, ai
Tearing apart the pain, oh

Que doeu outrora, infindada
That hurt once, infinite

A vez não é nada
This moment means nothing

Passarão-se agoras
The present will pass

Horas, horas
Hours, hours

Writer(s): Dorival Caymmi

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