Translation of the song lyrics Andorinhas - Ana Moura

Andorinhas (original)

Passo os meus dias
Em longas filas
Em aldeias, vilas e cidades
As andorinhas é que são rainhas
A voar as linhas da liberdade
Eu quero tirar os pés do chão
Quero voar daqui p’ra fora
Ir me embora de avião
E só voltar um dia!
Vou pôr a mala no porão
Saborear a Primavera
Numa espera e na estação
Um dia disse uma andorinha
Filha, o mundo gira
Usa a brisa a teu favor
A vida diz mentiras
Mas o sol avisa antes de se pôr
Eu quero tirar os pés do chão
Quero voar daqui p’ra fora
Ir me embora de avião
E só voltar um dia!
Vou pôr a mala no porão
Saborear a Primavera
Numa espera e na estação
Já a minha mãe dizia
Solta as asas
Volta as costas
Sê forte
Avança para o mar
Sobe encostas
Faz apostas
Na sorte, não no azar

Andorinhas (translation)

I spend my days in silent parades,
Threaded through endless serpents of patience,
In hamlets, in towns, in cities whose spires waver in haze,
Swallows reign—true queens in their dominion—
Etching the air with routes of wild deliverance.
I long to strip the earth from my soles,
To be borne aloft beyond the horizon’s margin,
To depart—weightless—astride a silver-winged vessel,
To return only when the years have ripened!
I shall consign my suitcase to the caverned hold,
Relishing the taste of Spring as it bursts through my veins,
Caught between yearning and the hush of the station—
Once, a swallow, oracle of the wind, confided:
Daughter, the world whirls on its secret axis;
Let the breeze be your cloak, unfurled for your daring.
Life is a master of fable and masquerade—
Yet the sun, sagacious, whispers warning before it slips away.
I long to strip the earth from my soles,
To be borne aloft beyond the horizon’s margin,
To depart—weightless—astride a silver-winged vessel,
To return only when the years have ripened!
I shall consign my suitcase to the caverned hold,
Relishing the taste of Spring as it bursts through my veins,
Caught between yearning and the hush of the station—
So my mother’s voice would echo:
Unfurl your wings to the brazen air,
Turn your back to what binds and repels,
Stand unshaken—be the fist in the gale,
Press onward, where the sea gleams with promise,
Climb slopes where mist clings like memory,
Wager your hope—let the fates be your coin,
Trust fortune’s tide, not the undertow of sorrow.