A keresés eredménye

Portuguese washerwomen

Have you heard of the washerwomen
You may see in Portugal
Especially by the river
In the city of Setubal?
They don't really work in wash houses
But rather in birdhouses
You should hear and see them
Beat out the rythm of their songs with their beaters
 
      As long as there's laundry to be washed
 
    We shall drink manzanilla 1
 
    As long as there's laundry to be washed
 
    We shall do without men
 
    And hit, and hit and hit with your beater
 
    And hit, and hit, you'll sleep better tonight
 
When a man comes by
Especially if he is young and good-looking
Their straps fall down right away
From their fresh shoulders
But if it's a tramp
Or even some kind of old hidalgo
They play at sending him water
Singing in a scratchy voice
 
      As long as there is laundry to be washed
 
    We shall drink manzanilla 1
 
    As long as there is laundry to be washed
 
    We shall do without men
 
At dawn the washerwomen
Leave with their white linen
You should see their proud figures
Standing out on the twilight sky
With their basket balanced on their head
Like ancient goddesses
You could hear slowly fading away the sound
Of their chorus and their soft steps
 
      As long as there is laundry to be washed
 
    We shall drink manzanilla 1
 
    As long as there is laundry to be washed
 
    We shall do without men
 
    And hit, and hit and hit with your beater
 
    And hit, and hit, you'll sleep better tonight
 
      And hit, and hit and hit with your beater
 
    And hit, and hit, you'll sleep better tonight
 
    And hit, and hit...
 
1 In the present case, a type of sherry
 

Wail of the unfaithful

Good folks,
Listen to the sad song
Of stray lovers
Suffering their torment
Because they loved
Unfaithful women
Who cheated them
Disgracefully
 
Beware, cruel women,
They could well retaliate
Sorrow is not eternal
Even for the best of lovers
 
Beaten with your own weapons
You will know in turn
Despair and tears
Of distrust and love.
 
A heart for a heart
A tooth for a tooth
Such is the rule for lovers
A heart for a heart
A tooth for a tooth
Such is the rule for lovers
 
Good folks,
Hear the chorus of cruel girls
Lawless and faithless,
Cheated by their lovers
Because they loved
Unfaithful women
They take their revenge
Victoriously
 
Ah! Suffer my turtledoves
Now you are short of a lover!
It's your turn to feel the torment
Of deadly dismay
 
Shed your pretty tears
Yes, weep, it's your turn indeed
You had to surrender your weapons
And love is dead, love lives forever!
 
A heart for a heart
A tooth for a tooth
Such is the rule for lovers
A heart for a heart
A tooth for a tooth
Such is the rule for lovers