FADO PORTUGUÊS (english translation from JOSÉ RÉGIO) Fado was born on a day, When the wind barely stirred, And the seas elongated the skies. On the main rail of a sailing ship, In the chest of a seaman While sorrowful he sang. While sorrowful he sang. Oh, what imense beauty, My land, my hill, my valley Of golden leaves, flowers and fruits Do you see lands of Spain, Sands of Portugal, Oh my eyes blinded by tears. In the mouth of a seaman In the fragile sailing ship The hurtful song fading With the piercing of desires From the lips burning with kisses That kiss the air and nothing more, That kiss the air and nothing more. Farewell mother, farewell Maria, Keep this well in mind, That I make this vow: Either I will take you to the altar, Or it was God who was served instead Give me my rest at sea Now, on another given day When the wind barely stirred And the seas elongated the skies At the bow of another sailing ship Another seaman sailed While sorrowful he sang While sorrowful he sang. https://youtube/watch?v=ARS7Zi-Zpkw
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 13:03:08 +0000
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