Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quadras soltas, artist - Camané. Album song Canta Marceneiro, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 05.10.2017
Record label: Warner Music Portugal
Song language: Portuguese
Quadras soltas(original) |
Junto ao moinho cantando |
Lavam roupa as lavadeiras |
Os patos brincam nadando |
Arrulham pombos nas eiras |
Os patos brincam nadando |
Arrulham pombos nas eiras |
As fontes da minha aldeia |
Murmuram, gemem em coro |
As águas que vão correndo |
Levam consigo o meu choro |
As águas que vão correndo |
Levam consigo o meu choro |
Às vezes contemplo o moinho |
Que além de velho não cai |
Formado no casalinho |
Que era do pai do meu pai |
Formado no casalinho |
Que era do pai do meu pai |
A luz que brilha no monte |
Que triste a vejo daqui |
A luz que brilha no monte |
Que triste a vejo daqui |
É luz humilde e pobre |
Do casal onde nasci |
É luz humilde e pobre |
Do casal onde nasci |
Não queiras ir p’rá cidade |
Deixa-te estar que estás bem |
Não queiras ir p’rá cidade |
Deixa-te estar que estás bem |
Não tens amor à herdade |
Onde morreu tua mãe |
Não tens amor à herdade |
Onde morreu tua mãe |
Moinho desmantelado |
Pelo tempo derruído |
Moinho desmantelado |
Pelo tempo derruído |
Tu representas a dor |
Deste meu peito dorido |
Tu representas a dor |
Deste meu peito dorido |
(translation) |
Next to the mill singing |
Washing clothes by the laundressers |
The ducks play swimming |
Cooing pigeons on the threshing floors |
The ducks play swimming |
Cooing pigeons on the threshing floors |
The sources of my village |
They mumble, moan in chorus |
The waters that run |
They take my cry with them |
The waters that run |
They take my cry with them |
Sometimes I contemplate the mill |
That besides being old, it doesn't fall |
Formed in the little couple |
Which belonged to my father's father |
Formed in the little couple |
Which belonged to my father's father |
The light that shines on the mount |
How sad I see you from here |
The light that shines on the mount |
How sad I see you from here |
It's humble and poor light |
Of the couple where I was born |
It's humble and poor light |
Of the couple where I was born |
You don't want to go to the city |
let it be you are fine |
You don't want to go to the city |
let it be you are fine |
You don't love the homestead |
where did your mother die |
You don't love the homestead |
where did your mother die |
dismantled mill |
by the fallen time |
dismantled mill |
by the fallen time |
You represent the pain |
From my sore chest |
You represent the pain |
From my sore chest |