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Maria Severa

In an alley in Mouraria
Where the joy of the sun does not show up
Maria Severa has died
Do you know who she was? ... maybe no one
 
A heartfelt and warm voice
That today said goodbye to the earth
Missed voice, absent voice
But which lives forever
Within us and next to God
Beyond in the heavens
 
Far away where moonlight and the blue are brighter
I see her praying at the foot of a cross
Guitars, chirrup, facing the sky
Fado singers cry because she died
 
Night fell in the lane
When her gaze stopped looking
Departed forever defeated
Leaving the life that made her cry
 
She leaves an idolized son
Of which other equal affection does not exist
It is called 'the sad fado'
Which will be left abandoned
Lost was the greatest treasure
 

Yet another song for you

Why yet another song for you?
After all of what you made me suffer
I still want to find you.
To ask how's your chest doing,
why did we forget each other?,
whether you think of me or love me.
 
My samba is engaging in other relationships,
getting other hugs,
trying to forget yours.
My eyes are getting lost in other eyes,
trying to getting rid of what's obvious:
that I still want yours.
 
Girl, leave me alone,
I don't want you around anymore.
Leave me! Leave me!
 
Girl, leave me alone,
I don't want you around anymore.
Leave me! Leave me!
 
Why yet another song for you?
After all of what you made me cry
I still want to find you.
To say everything I didn't say to you
and tell you what I went through
when you left.
 
My samba is engaging in other relationships,
getting other hugs,
trying to forget yours.
My eyes are getting lost in other eyes,
trying to getting rid of what's obvious:
that I still want yours.
 
Girl, leave me alone,
I don't want you around anymore.
Leave me! Leave me!
 
Girl, leave me alone,
I don't want you around anymore.
Leave me! Leave me!
 
When you left my world crumbled,
but I realized I didn't deserve the pain,
I made a samba, yeah, but it was you who danced.
 
Girl, leave me alone,
I don't want you around anymore.
Leave me! Leave me!
 
Girl, leave me alone,
I don't want you around anymore.
Leave me! Leave me!
 
Leave me! Leave me!
Leave me! Leave me!
 

Another Time, Another Life

Another time, when everything still is
Exists in my chest. I'm stuck
In everything which used to be, and all memories burn my mind
It's still bubbling under your bridge
And can hear how the crickets sing
The humidity of the night
Window glass
The air is fresh and pure, and we were there
 
Another life, a forgotten town
Which no one remembers aside from me
Clad in red and gold is the maple's leaves, and the wind takes hold
The song is left in every tree
And I feel how the forest is crying
Morning light
Sprinkles down
Through the tears, and we stand here
 
Heavy steps become air
A hand grabbed onto mine, and you were there
When everything dark in my body became a slivery light
 

My Version of Happiness

Give me some yarn,
and I'll knit you a song.
On those days when you're feeling low,
you can snuggle up in its sounds.
A melody you'll remember,
words that'll make you smile
and help you to pass the time.
 
Listen, this is all I have.
It's what I do best.
And if you don't like it, you can either shout it out
or set it on fire.
But I've put
my head, hands, and heart into it.
I liked it,
and here's my version of happiness.
And I made it for you,
I made it for you.
 
Give me some paper,
and I'll scribble a story for you.
With watercolor paint,
I'll brighten up the sidewalk.
Come take a stroll down my paths,
take a walk through my hopes.
Let me move you.
 
Listen, this is all I have.
It's what I do best.
And if you don't like it, you can either shout it out
or set it on fire.
But I've put
my head, hands, and heart into it.
I liked it,
and here's my version of happiness.
And I made it for you,
I made it for you.
 
This is all I have.
It's what I do best.
It's all I have.
 
Give me some yarn,
and I'll knit you a song
for the day when your sorrow
will want to hide away.
 
Listen, this is all I have.
It's what I do best.
And if you don't like it, you can either shout it out
or set it on fire.
But I've put
my head, hands, and heart into it.
I liked it,
and here's my version of happiness.
And I made it for you,
I made it for you.
 

Two Crying Eyes

In the watches of the night I saw two crying eyes.
The dreams come true flew me away high above the skies.
 
In the watches of the night I saw two crying eyes.
Hungrily I kissed you, you too, my sunrise!
 
In my dreams I kiss you,
In my waking hours I miss you!
 
The tearful morning waits for me with two crying eyes,
The wound full of cherished dreams's the reason why I cry.
 
The tearful morning waits for me with two crying eyes,
I drink my tears, honey, it hurts me with no lies.
 

I want to live

I'm going to live
Until when I don't know
I don't care what I'll be
I want to live
 
Tomorrow
I always expect a tomorrow
And I believe it'll be
Another pleasure
 
And life
Is always a curiosity
That arouses me as I grow older
I'm interested in what's to come
Life
Is always a certainty for me
That comes from my wisdom
And from my pleasure in discovering
 
To find, to renew, I'll run away or repeat
 
I'm going to live
Until when I don't know
I don't care what I'll be
I want to live
Tomorrow
I always expect a tomorrow
And I believe it'll be
Another pleasure
 
And life
Is always a curiosity
That arouses me as I grow older
I'm interested in what's to come
Life
Is always a certainty for me
That comes from my wisdom
And from my pleasure in discovering
 
To find, to renew, I'll run away or repeat
 
I'm going to live
Until when I don't know
I don't care what I'll be
I want to live
Tomorrow
I always expect a tomorrow
And I believe it'll be
Another pleasure
 

When a Portuguese speaks

When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
And if the number increases
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
And if the number increases
Many others speak
Oh, many others speak!
 
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
Everyone wants to be heard
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
Everyone wants to be heard
Nobody waits their turn
Oh, nobody wants to shut up
It is a right to be respected
But the conversation is heating up
Oh, they are already talking out of turn
Nobody is understanding each other anymore
Oh, everyone is already shouting
Oh, the insult is enough to make anyone blush
Threat is in the air
Fists are closing
This is going to get worse
And I keep on stirring!
 
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
And if the number increases
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
And if the number increases
Many others speak
Oh, many others speak!
 
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
Everyone wants to be heard
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
Everyone wants to be heard
Nobody waits their turn
Oh, nobody wants to shut up
Because it is a right to be respected
But the conversation is heating up
Oh, they are already talking out of turn
Nobody is understanding each other anymore
Oh, everyone is already shouting
Oh, the insult is enough to make anyone blush
Threat is in the air
Fists are closing
This is going to get worse
And I keep on stirring!
 
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
And if the number increases
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
And if the number increases
Many others speak
Oh, many others speak!
 
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
Everyone wants to be heard
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
Everyone wants to be heard
Nobody waits their turn
Oh, nobody wants to shut up
Because it is a right to be respected
But the conversation is heating up
Oh, they are already talking out of turn
Nobody is understanding each other anymore
Oh, everyone is already shouting
Oh, the insult is enough to make anyone blush
Threat is in the air
Fists are closing
This is going to get worse
And I keep on stirring!
 

Always absent

Tell me what loneliness is this
That makes you talk to yourself.
Tell me what conversation
Are you having with yourself
 
Tell me what disdain is this
That makes you not look at anyone
Or do you think there's
No one watching you?
 
What is this journey
You're heading in every sense of the word?
You're in search of lost dreams
 
'There goes the madman
There goes the loony
There he goes, coming through'
That's what all those people call you
 
But you're always absent
And they can't reach you
 
Tell me what madness is this
That dresses you up in fantasy
Tell me it frees you
From this empty life
 
Tell me what distance is this
You carry in your gaze
What urge and what haste
You want to reach
 
What is this journey
You're heading in every sense of the word?
You're in search of lost dreams
 
'There goes the madman
There goes the loony
There he goes, coming through'
That's what all those people call you
 
But you're always absent
And they can't reach you
 
They can't reach you