Song | Os Búzios |
Artist | Ana Moura |
Album | Para Alem da Saudade |
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Havia a solidão da prece no olhar triste | |
Como se os seus olhos fossem as portas do pranto | |
Sinal da cruz que persiste, os dedos contra o quebranto | |
E os búzios que a velha lançava sobre um velho manto | |
À espreita está um grande amor mas guarda segredo | |
Vazio tens o teu coração na ponta do medo | |
Vê como os búzios caíram virados p’ra norte | |
Pois eu vou mexer o destino, vou mudar-te a sorte (bis) | |
Havia um desespero intenso na sua voz | |
O quarto cheirava a incenso, mais uns quantos pós | |
A velha agitava o lenço, dobrou-o, deu-lhe dois nós | |
E o seu padre santo falou usando-lhe a voz | |
Some of a lonely pray in her sad look | |
As though her eyes were doors to her tears | |
One sign of the cross as usual, her fingers crossed protecting against the spell | |
and there spread the winkles she tossed over an worn old mantle | |
One great love is waiting for you, but don't tell anybody about this | |
You've been carrying your heart empty at the verge of fear | |
See the way the winkles have fallen, turned down to the north | |
But I'll trick the destiny, and change your fortune | |
There was some of an intense dispair in her voice | |
The room smells of incense and thousand another fragances | |
The old woman shakes the scarf, folds it and ties its edges twice | |
And then a sovereign spirit speaks through her voice |
Havia a solid o da prece no olhar triste | |
Como se os seus olhos fossem as portas do pranto | |
Sinal da cruz que persiste, os dedos contra o quebranto | |
E os bu zios que a velha lan ava sobre um velho manto | |
À espreita esta um grande amor mas guarda segredo | |
Vazio tens o teu cora o na ponta do medo | |
V como os bu zios cai ram virados p' ra norte | |
Pois eu vou mexer o destino, vou mudarte a sorte bis | |
Havia um desespero intenso na sua voz | |
O quarto cheirava a incenso, mais uns quantos po s | |
A velha agitava o len o, dobrouo, deulhe dois no s | |
E o seu padre santo falou usandolhe a voz | |
Some of a lonely pray in her sad look | |
As though her eyes were doors to her tears | |
One sign of the cross as usual, her fingers crossed protecting against the spell | |
and there spread the winkles she tossed over an worn old mantle | |
One great love is waiting for you, but don' t tell anybody about this | |
You' ve been carrying your heart empty at the verge of fear | |
See the way the winkles have fallen, turned down to the north | |
But I' ll trick the destiny, and change your fortune | |
There was some of an intense dispair in her voice | |
The room smells of incense and thousand another fragances | |
The old woman shakes the scarf, folds it and ties its edges twice | |
And then a sovereign spirit speaks through her voice |
Havia a solid o da prece no olhar triste | |
Como se os seus olhos fossem as portas do pranto | |
Sinal da cruz que persiste, os dedos contra o quebranto | |
E os bú zios que a velha lan ava sobre um velho manto | |
À espreita está um grande amor mas guarda segredo | |
Vazio tens o teu cora o na ponta do medo | |
V como os bú zios caí ram virados p' ra norte | |
Pois eu vou mexer o destino, vou mudarte a sorte bis | |
Havia um desespero intenso na sua voz | |
O quarto cheirava a incenso, mais uns quantos pó s | |
A velha agitava o len o, dobrouo, deulhe dois nó s | |
E o seu padre santo falou usandolhe a voz | |
Some of a lonely pray in her sad look | |
As though her eyes were doors to her tears | |
One sign of the cross as usual, her fingers crossed protecting against the spell | |
and there spread the winkles she tossed over an worn old mantle | |
One great love is waiting for you, but don' t tell anybody about this | |
You' ve been carrying your heart empty at the verge of fear | |
See the way the winkles have fallen, turned down to the north | |
But I' ll trick the destiny, and change your fortune | |
There was some of an intense dispair in her voice | |
The room smells of incense and thousand another fragances | |
The old woman shakes the scarf, folds it and ties its edges twice | |
And then a sovereign spirit speaks through her voice |