Loucura Lyrics

Song	Loucura
Artist	Mariza
Album	Concerto em Lisboa
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	作曲 : De Brito, Sousa
	Sou do fado
	Como sei
	Vivo um poema cantado
	De um fado que eu inventei
	A falar
	Não posso dar-me
	Mas ponho a alma a cantar
	E as almas sabem escutar-me
	Chorai, chorai
	Poetas do meu país
	Troncos da mesma raíz
	Da vida que nos juntou
	E se vocês
	não estivessem a meu lado
	Então não havia fado
	Nem fadistas como eu sou
	Esta voz
	tão dolorida
	É culpa de todos vós
	Poetas da minha vida
	É loucura,
	ouço dizer
	Mas bendita esta loucura
	de cantar e de sofrer
	Chorai, chorai
	Poetas do meu país
	Troncos da mesma raíz
	Da vida que nos juntou
	E se vocês
	não estivessem a meu lado
	Então não havia fado
	Nem fadistas como eu sou
	Craziness
	I’m of Fado! How I know!
	I live a (singing) poem, of a fado that I made up.
	Speaking, I can’t expose myself
	but I make my soul sing, and the souls know how to listen to me
	cry, cry, poets of my country
	trunks of the same root, of the life that put us together
	And if you weren’t by my side, then fado wouldn’t exist
	nor fadistas* as I am!
	This voice, so hurtful, it’s all your fault
	Poets of my life.
	It’s craziness! I hear them say, but blessed this craziness, of singing and suffering.
	cry, cry, poets of my country
	trunks of the same root, of the life that put us together
	And if you weren’t by my side, then fado wouldn’t exist
	nor fadistas* as I am!
	Jestem z Fado!
	Skąd wiem?
	Życie wierszy śpiewanych
	W Fado zapisanych.
	Mówią, że
	Nic nie mogą dać,
	Moja dusza śpiewa
	I inne mogą słuchać.
	To płacz, to płacz
	poetów mojego kraju,
	Pnie życia z korzeni,
	które nas tu trzymają
	A jeśli to
	nie były życia strony złe
	To nie byłoby też fado
	I pieśniarzy* tak jak ja.
	Ach ten głos.
	Taki bolesny.
	To wina tych wszystkich
	poetów życia mego.
	Jest szaleństwo.
	I słyszę je.
	Szaleństwo błogosławione.
	To życie jest i śpiew.
	To płacz, to płacz
	poetów mojego kraju,
	Pnie życia z korzeni,
	które nas tu trzymają
	A jeśli to
	nie były życia strony złe
	To nie byłoby też fado
	I pieśniarzy* tak jak ja.

	zuo qu : De Brito, Sousa
	Sou do fado
	Como sei
	Vivo um poema cantado
	De um fado que eu inventei
	A falar
	N o posso darme
	Mas ponho a alma a cantar
	E as almas sabem escutarme
	Chorai, chorai
	Poetas do meu pai s
	Troncos da mesma rai z
	Da vida que nos juntou
	E se voc s
	n o estivessem a meu lado
	Ent o n o havia fado
	Nem fadistas como eu sou
	Esta voz
	t o dolorida
	É culpa de todos vo s
	Poetas da minha vida
	É loucura,
	ou o dizer
	Mas bendita esta loucura
	de cantar e de sofrer
	Chorai, chorai
	Poetas do meu pai s
	Troncos da mesma rai z
	Da vida que nos juntou
	E se voc s
	n o estivessem a meu lado
	Ent o n o havia fado
	Nem fadistas como eu sou
	Craziness
	I' m of Fado! How I know!
	I live a singing poem, of a fado that I made up.
	Speaking, I can' t expose myself
	but I make my soul sing, and the souls know how to listen to me
	cry, cry, poets of my country
	trunks of the same root, of the life that put us together
	And if you weren' t by my side, then fado wouldn' t exist
	nor fadistas as I am!
	This voice, so hurtful, it' s all your fault
	Poets of my life.
	It' s craziness! I hear them say, but blessed this craziness, of singing and suffering.
	cry, cry, poets of my country
	trunks of the same root, of the life that put us together
	And if you weren' t by my side, then fado wouldn' t exist
	nor fadistas as I am!
	Jestem z Fado!
	Sk d wiem?
	ycie wierszy piewanych
	W Fado zapisanych.
	Mo wi, e
	Nic nie mog da,
	Moja dusza piewa
	I inne mog s ucha.
	To p acz, to p acz
	poeto w mojego kraju,
	Pnie ycia z korzeni,
	kto re nas tu trzymaj
	A je li to
	nie by y ycia strony z e
	To nie by oby te fado
	I pie niarzy tak jak ja.
	Ach ten g os.
	Taki bolesny.
	To wina tych wszystkich
	poeto w ycia mego.
	Jest szale stwo.
	I s ysz je.
	Szale stwo b ogos awione.
	To ycie jest i piew.
	To p acz, to p acz
	poeto w mojego kraju,
	Pnie ycia z korzeni,
	kto re nas tu trzymaj
	A je li to
	nie by y ycia strony z e
	To nie by oby te fado
	I pie niarzy tak jak ja.

	zuò qǔ : De Brito, Sousa
	Sou do fado
	Como sei
	Vivo um poema cantado
	De um fado que eu inventei
	A falar
	N o posso darme
	Mas ponho a alma a cantar
	E as almas sabem escutarme
	Chorai, chorai
	Poetas do meu paí s
	Troncos da mesma raí z
	Da vida que nos juntou
	E se voc s
	n o estivessem a meu lado
	Ent o n o havia fado
	Nem fadistas como eu sou
	Esta voz
	t o dolorida
	É culpa de todos vó s
	Poetas da minha vida
	É loucura,
	ou o dizer
	Mas bendita esta loucura
	de cantar e de sofrer
	Chorai, chorai
	Poetas do meu paí s
	Troncos da mesma raí z
	Da vida que nos juntou
	E se voc s
	n o estivessem a meu lado
	Ent o n o havia fado
	Nem fadistas como eu sou
	Craziness
	I' m of Fado! How I know!
	I live a singing poem, of a fado that I made up.
	Speaking, I can' t expose myself
	but I make my soul sing, and the souls know how to listen to me
	cry, cry, poets of my country
	trunks of the same root, of the life that put us together
	And if you weren' t by my side, then fado wouldn' t exist
	nor fadistas as I am!
	This voice, so hurtful, it' s all your fault
	Poets of my life.
	It' s craziness! I hear them say, but blessed this craziness, of singing and suffering.
	cry, cry, poets of my country
	trunks of the same root, of the life that put us together
	And if you weren' t by my side, then fado wouldn' t exist
	nor fadistas as I am!
	Jestem z Fado!
	Sk d wiem?
	ycie wierszy piewanych
	W Fado zapisanych.
	Mó wi, e
	Nic nie mog da,
	Moja dusza piewa
	I inne mog s ucha.
	To p acz, to p acz
	poetó w mojego kraju,
	Pnie ycia z korzeni,
	któ re nas tu trzymaj
	A je li to
	nie by y ycia strony z e
	To nie by oby te fado
	I pie niarzy tak jak ja.
	Ach ten g os.
	Taki bolesny.
	To wina tych wszystkich
	poetó w ycia mego.
	Jest szale stwo.
	I s ysz je.
	Szale stwo b ogos awione.
	To ycie jest i piew.
	To p acz, to p acz
	poetó w mojego kraju,
	Pnie ycia z korzeni,
	któ re nas tu trzymaj
	A je li to
	nie by y ycia strony z e
	To nie by oby te fado
	I pie niarzy tak jak ja.

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