Translation of the song lyrics A Tempestade (The Storm) - Madredeus, Flemish Radio Orchestra

A Tempestade (The Storm) (original)

A grande nuvem escura vai-se embora
Dissolve-se a loucura da tormenta
A maré recua agora plana e lenta
As gaivotas largam terra sem demora
Sobrevoam sem ruído o seu rochedo
De tanta vaga e espuma já dormente
Enquanto o sol que brilha novamente
Lá beija a areia toda já sem medo
Fui ver, fui ver
A tempestade, vim a correr
Fui ver, fui ver
A tempestade, vim-te dizer
Destroç os de madeira na corrente
Deixam ver o que em tempos foi uma proa
Pintada de carinho e muitas cores
Ao estilo desta nossa boa gente
Fica o drama dos que esperam na falÃ(c)sia
Por quem Deus já destinou à eternidade
E é lição que contra Deus não há vontade
Fica a fúria calma da grande saudade

A Tempestade (The Storm) (translation)

The big dark cloud goes away
The madness of the storm dissolves
The tide retreats now flat and slow
The seagulls drop land without delay
They fly noiselessly over your rock
From so much wave and already dormant foam
While the sun that shines again
There, all the sand kisses without fear
I went to see, I went to see
The storm, I came to run
I went to see, I went to see
The storm, I came to tell you
Wreckage of wood in the current
They let you see what was once a bow
Painted with care and many colors
In the style of our good people
The drama of those who wait in the fall (c)sia remains
For whom God has already destined eternity
And it is a lesson that against God there is no will
The calm fury of the great longing remains