Lyrics of Recantiga - António Zambujo, Miguel Araujo

Recantiga (original)

E era as folhas espalhadas, muito recalcadas do correr do ano
A recolherem uma a uma, por entre a caruma, de volta ao ramo
E era à noite a trovoada que encheu na enxurrada, aquela poça morta
De repente, em ricochete, a refazer-se em sete nuvens gota a gota
Hmmmm
E era de repente o rio, num só rodopio a subir o monte
E a correr contra a corrente, assim de trás para a frente, a voltar à fonte
E um monte de cartas espalhadas, des-desmoronando-se todo em castelo
E era linha duma vida sendo recolhida, de volta ao novelo
E era aquelas coisas tontas, as afrontas que eu digo e que me arrependo
A voltarem para mim como se assim tivessem remendo
E era eu, um passarinho caído no ninho à espera do fim
E eras tu, até que enfim, a voltar para mim
E era eu, um passarinho caído no ninho à espera do fim
E eras tu, até que enfim, a voltar para mim
E era eu, um passarinho caído no ninho à espera do fim
E eras tu, até que enfim, a voltar para mim

(translation)

And it was the scattered leaves, very repressed from the course of the year
To collect a one, among the pine needles, back to the branch
And it was at the thunderstorm that filled in the flood, that dead puddle
Suddenly, in a ricochet, to remake itself in seven clouds, dripping
Hmmmm
And it was suddenly the river, in a single twirl up mountain
And running against the current, so from backwards, to back to the source
And a lot of letters scattered, crumbling all into castle
And it was a lifeline being collected, back to the ball
And it was those silly things, the affronts that I say and that I regret
Returning to me as if they had a patch
And it was me, a bird fallen into the nest waiting for the end
And it was you, finally, coming back to me
And it was me, a bird fallen into the nest waiting for the end
And it was you, finally, coming back to me
And it was me, a bird fallen into the nest waiting for the end
And it was you, finally, coming back to me