A keresés eredménye

Song of Joy

There's a bird that flies
Over the windows of the day

The sea rolls up upon the sand

The sea rolls up upon the sand
Nobody knows what he says
It hits the sand and it faints
Because it feels happiness
 
Even the sea is married
Even the sea has a wife
It is married to the sand
Can touch it when it wants
 
Even the sea is married
Even the sea has little children
It's married to the sand
And the children are the little fish
 
The sea rolls up upon the sand
Nobody knows what he says
It hits the sand and it faints
Because it feels happiness
 
Hey, sea, you're a lion
You want to eat everybody
I do not know how can the man
Win you waves
 
Hey, sea, you don't melt your heart
(There isn't a) ship that doesn’t break you
Hey, sea, you didn't fulfill
What you’ve dealt with me
 
The sea rolls up upon the sand
Nobody can hear what he says
It hits the sand and collapses
Because it feels happiness
 
I heard the mermaid singing
In the middle of that sea
How many ships are lost
Hearing that sound of her
 
Even the fish of the sea
Peck on the whale
I never saw a single man
Going out with ugly woman
 
The sea rolls up upon the sand
Nobody knows what he says
It hits the sand and collapses
Because it feels happiness
 

The Portuguese Bagpiper

From up North, are coming

Hit the Wine Cup

Oh my darling, keep apart, keep apart - oi-oh-ah
The clump of white and dark grapes, oi-oh-ah
I was also separated, oi-oh-ah
From a lover that I loved very much.
 
Now hit the wine cup, 1
Now hit the wine cup
The devil in the wine cup
Is banging out all night long!
 
The grape that has seeds - oi-oh-ah
Is a tasty fruit - oi-oh-ah
They're like the kisses that I take - oi-oh-ah
From my lover's mouth.
 
Now hit the wine cup,
Now hit the wine cup
The devil in the wine cup
Is banging out all night long!
 
Noise, bass drums and fireworks - oi-oh-ah
There in the Outeiro farm - oi-oh-ah
The pigs are slaughtered in December - oi-oh-ah
And the wine is tasted in January.
 
Now hit the wine cup,
Now hit the wine cup
The devil in the wine cup
Is banging out all night long!
 
Long life to the adiafa celebration - oi-oh-ah 2
Long life to all those who were there - oi-oh-ah
And long life to the irrigation ditch maker - oi-oh-ah
Who has a wine cup in his hand!
 
Now hit the wine cup,
Now hit the wine cup
The devil in the wine cup
Is banging out all night long!
 
Boom, boom
Crash, boom, boom
Crash, boom, boom
Crash, boom, boom
Crash, boom, boom
Crash, boom, boom
Crash, boom, boom
Crash, boom, boom
 
Now hit the wine cup,
Now hit the wine cup
The devil in the wine cup
Is banging out all night long!
 

• 1. In the dialect of the Beira region of Portugal, 'zumbar' means to hit hard, slap or grab violently.
• 2. The adiafa is a tradition in the Alentejo and Algarve regions of Portugal, in which a feast is paid for by landowners, for the enjoyment of agricultural workers at the end of each harvest.

My Mother

My mother, my mother...
Oh my dear mother, beloved of mine!
He who has a mother has everything:
Who doesn't have a mother, doesn't have anything!
 
I arrived and boarded the train
That was whistling down the tracks
And, sometimes, I think to myself and I say:
'My lot in life is so sad!'.
 
[Chorus:]
After having passed
I embarked on the steamboat that crosses the ...
Cry over me, for I'm crying over you:
I've already left the !
Cry over me, for I'm crying over you:
I've already left the Alentejo!
 
My mother, my mother...
By God, don't ask me about anything!
Protect me, oh Lord, in this hour
For here, I am regarded with contempt...
 
I arrived and boarded the train
That was whistling down the tracks
And, sometimes, I think to myself and I say:
'My lot in life is so sad!'.
 
[Chorus:]
After having passed Barreiro
I embarked on the steamboat that crosses the Tagus...
Cry over me, for I'm crying over you:
I've already left the Alentejo!
Cry over me, for I'm crying over you:
I've already left the Alentejo!
 

Blushing Flowers

Your mother gave you a foulard
And your father, a blouse.
But you will go about with your hair loose
Because that's what's fashionable right now...
 
Hey, blushing flower with the embroidered foulard!
Whether you want it or not,
I shall be your boyfriend!
 
You lost your little foulard
When you went to dance.
Your mother won't give you another one,
For she likes winning too much!
 
Hey, blushing flower with the embroidered foulard!
Whether you want it or not,
I shall be your boyfriend!
 

White Lily

I cut a white lily... Ah, ah!
So I could give it to my love
White lily, white lily... Ah, ah!
Deceitful white lily!
 
Oh lily, oh lily, oh lily o-lai
Because of that lily, my father was running away!
Oh lily, oh lily, oh lily o-lai
Because of that lily, my father was running away!
 
You went to tell my father... Ah, ah!
That I was dating around
White lily, white lily... Ah, ah!
Don't you try to deceive me!
 
Oh lily, oh lily, oh lily o-lai
Because of that lily, my father was running away!
Oh lily, oh lily, oh lily o-lai
Because of that lily, my father was running away!
 
The waves in the sea are white... Ah, ah!
And in May, they become rough
Unfortunate is he who is born... Ah, ah!
To die, in May, because of them!
 
Oh lily, oh lily, oh lily o-lai
Because of that lily, my father was running away!
Oh lily, oh lily, oh lily o-lai
Because of that lily, my father was running away!
 

The Resiner

Charming ,
So funny when he speaks!
Oi-oh-ah
I must go to his homeland,
Oi-oh-ah
If he wishes to take me there...
 
I already have paper and ink,
A pen and blotting paper:
Oi-oh-ah
So I can write to that resiner
Oi-oh-ah
That I carry in my heart.
 
The resiner is married,
He's married and has a wife!
Oi-oh-ah
I shall write to the resiner
Oi-oh-ah
As many times as I want to do so.
 
Charming resiner,
So funny when he speaks!
Oi-oh-ah
I must go to his homeland,
Oi-oh-ah
If he wishes to take me there...
 

Young girl

Young girl of tender eyes shining in the morning
Mountains white snow in a bodice of wool
young girl with a smell of mint and hay from the mountain
young girl with a smell of mint and hay from the mountain
 
Young girl you go sowing loveliness through your path
In your eyes, there is a nest with feathers of your tenderness
Young girl of steps of line and a stream to the waist
Young girl of steps of line and a stream to the waist
 
Hundred flounces in her skirt, who sees her gets washed up
Water for the gaze, bread that wasn't kneaded
Young girl with a ribbon again, latin style white
With her skirt of flounces, in a track without a road
 
Young girl with a brunette body and braids at dawn
She wakes up before the jubilant ground
Young girl with a brunette body and braids at dawn
Young girl with a brunette body and braids at dawn
 
Hundred flounces in her skirt, who sees her gets washed up
Water for the gaze, bread that wasn't kneaded
Young girl with her new dress, Ave Maria of the earth
Brave rose, people's rose, clean air from the mountains
 
Brave rose, people's rose, clean air from the mountains
Brave rose, people's rose, clean air from the mountains
Brave rose, people's rose, clean air from the mountains