Lyrics of À Janela Do Meu Peito (1972) - Amália Rodrigues

À Janela Do Meu Peito (1972) (original)

Lá vai brincando, pela mão de uma quimera
Essa garota que fui eu, sempre a sorrir
Como se a vida fosse eterna primavera
E não houvesse dores no mundo p’ra sentir
As gargalhadas vêm pousar na janela
E ao ouvi-las tenho mais pena de mim
Ai quem me dera rir ainda como ela
Mas quando rio, eu já não sei rir assim
Tenho a janela do peito
Aberta para o passado
Todo feito de fadistas e de fado
Espreita a alma na janela
Vai o passado a passar
E ao ver-se nela, a alma fica a chorar
Lá vem gingando nesse seu passo miúdo
Melena preta, calça justa afiambrada
Como mudamos, tu que foste para mim tudo
Hoje a meus olhos pouco mais és do que nada
Tuas chalaças de graçola e ironia
Eram da rua, andavam de boca em boca
Eu, era ver-te não sei o que sentia
Talvez loucura, que por ti andava louca
Tenho a janela do peito
Aberta para o passado
Todo feito de fadistas e de fado
Espreita a alma na janela
Vai o passado a passar
E ao ver-se nela, a alma fica a chorar
Desilusões as que tive
Enchem a rua, lá estão
E a gente vive dos tempos que já lá vão

(translation)

There he goes playing, by the hand of a chimera
This girl I was, always smiling
As if life were eternal spring
And there were no pains in the world to feel
The laughter comes to land on the window
And when I hear them, I feel more sorry for myself
Oh, I wish I could still laugh like her
But when I laugh, I don't know how to laugh like that anymore
I have the chest window
Open to the past
All made up of fado singers and fado singers
Peeks at soul in window
The past will pass away
And seeing itself in it, the soul is crying
There he comes waddling in his small step
Black melena, tight tights
How we changed, you who were everything to me
Today in my eyes you are little more than nothing
Your jokes of funny and irony
They were from the street, they walked from mouth to mouth
I was seeing you I don't know what I felt
Maybe madness, which was crazy for you
I have the chest window
Open to the past
All made up of fado singers and fado singers
Peeks at soul in window
The past will pass away
And seeing itself in it, the soul is crying
Disappointments I had
They fill the street, there they are
And we live from times that are long gone