If a wave changed its course
and defied all the tide
and the turning tide changed the Moon
and the Earth was turned inside out,

I’d be fined
for overtaking on the highway
to get to the film in the end.

Com a pressa inversa
to remain seated by your side,
undoing what I’d done.

If, ao contrário compreendesse
That bad film that I didn’t choose
And em reverso I’d never left
Our storyline the way I did.

Then I’d leave
my hand where it was
Inversamente avessa a ti

And as I touched it,
your hand would rewind
that body of yours back to me.

And the beginning would be the end...

Go on,
unplug the cable
that connects your life
to that game.
Play another
game with me,
with two lives,
one against the other.

Já não basta this fight against time,
this time we waste trying to beat someone.
At the end of the day,
what’s treated as a win,
Vai-se a ver desperdiçámos
without giving anyone anything.

Go on,
take a break,
pull the car over,
leave the race,
Abandon that war,
because your goal
is on this side of your life.

Change level,
leave that invisible state,
Põe um modo compatível
With my condition
Because your life
is real and repeated
Dá-te mais que o impossível
If you give me your hand.

Leave the house and come with me into the street,
Come on, that life of yours,
However many lives you win,
It’s your own that loses most if you don’t come. [x2]

Go on,
show what you’re worth,
you matter so little
in that game.
Swap an old vice
for a new one:
my challenge
is hand-to-hand combat.

Choose your weapon,
the strategy that never fails,
the strong side of the battle[field],
Põe no máximo power,
I’ve hand you the advantage,
You with everything and me with nothing,
’cause even when I’m unarmed,
I’ll teach you how to lose.

Leave the house and come with me into the street,
Come on, because that life you have,
However many lives you win,
It’s your own that loses most if you don’t come. [x5]

I’ve left my crutches outside,
my back doesn’t hunch anymore,
Oh, Mister Doctor,
all this illness does is make me dance.

Pain no longer strikes me and I don’t get tired
É cada guinada que I even sing
Oh, Mister Doctor,
all this illness does is make me dance
Do anything,
’Cause I’ve got no other reasons to complain

I no longer lose weight or get fat,
And any indulgence keeps me fit,
Oh, Mister Doctor,
All this ilness does is make me dance

My sad weeping smiles with pleasure
and I feel so good that I can’t take it anymore
Oh, Mister Doctor,
all this ilness does is make me dance.
Do what you can,
I’ve got no other reasons to complain.

A todo o mal do mundo dou bailarico
And I already believe in the future
Oh, Mister Doctor,
All this illness does is make me dance
Gabo a má sorte do meu destino
And if death comes, it makes me its partner.
Oh, Mister Doctor,
All this illness does is make me dance
Do what you can,
I’ve got no other reasons to complain.
Do what you can,
I’ve got no other reasons to complain.

Ele passou por mim e sorriu
E a chuva parou de cair
O meu bairro feio tornou-se perfeito
E o monte de entulho, um jardim

O charco inquinado voltou a ser lago
E o peixe ao contrário virou
Do esgoto empestado saiu perfumado
Um rio de nenúfares em flor

Sou a mariposa, bela e airosa
Que pinta o mundo de cor-de-rosa
Eu sou um delírio do amor
Sei que a chuva é grossa, que entope a fossa
Que o amor é curto e deixa mossa
Mas quero voar, por favor

No metro enlatados, corpos apertados
Suspiram ao ver-me entrar
Sem pressas, que há tempo, dá gosto o momento
E tudo o mais pode esperar

O puto do cão com o seu acordeão
Põe toda a gente a dançar
E baila o ladrão com o polícia pela mão
Esvoaçam confétis no ar

Sou a mariposa, bela e airosa
Que pinta o mundo de cor-de-rosa
Eu sou um delírio amor
Sei que a chuva é grossa, que entope a fossa
Que o amor é curto e deixa mossa
Mas quero voar, por favor

Há portas abertas e ruas cobertas
E enfeites de festas sem fim
E por todo o lado, ouvido e dançado
O fado é cantado a rir

E aqueles que vejo, que abraço e que beijo
Falam já meio a sonhar
Se o mundo deu nisto e bastou um sorriso
O que será se ele me falar

Sou a mariposa, bela e airosa
Que pinta o mundo de cor-de-rosa
Eu sou um delírio do amor
Sei que a chuva é grossa, que entope a fossa
Que o amor é curto e deixa mossa
Mas quero voar, por favor

Sou a mariposa, bela e airosa
Que pinta o mundo de cor-de-rosa
Eu sou um delírio do amor
Sei que a chuva é grossa, que entope a fossa
Que o amor é curto e deixa mossa
Mas quero voar, por favor

How often you judge someone
Por julgar ter mais do que tem
And having no idea about them,
you have no idea about yourself.

How often you want e não tens
Tantas vezes tens e nem tens
any idea of what you have.
You’ve got no idea of yourself
and you’ve lost the idea of me.

You’ve got no idea what you have,
whose you are, or who I am to you.
You’ve lost the notion of who likes you,
Likes you sem a noção do que o amor tem

So often I that you have a notion
And faith nesses bens que deténs só porque enfim
Tu não tens a noção de mim
Tantas vezes quis ter também
And I learned that, by not having anyone, só meu que devolvi
Tu não tens a noção de mim and perdeste a noção de ti

You’ve no idea of what you have,
Of who you are, of who I am to you,
You’ve lost the notion of who
Likes you,
Likes you, sem a noção de que that love can come to an end.

The problematic placing of a mast
Intended to adorn the avenue
With hanging balloons, colored scraps of paper
Brought o insólito sarilho the municipality.

The city council
acted in accordance
with the colossal joy of two or three

And announced with great pride,
great fanfare and noise,
that the biggest flagpole in the world is Portuguese.

And announced with great pride,
Great fanfare and noise,
that the biggest flagpole in the world is Portuguese.

The eyes that gazed in wonder na escalada
didn’t reach the middle, or the end.
For many people, that flagpole má contenção de gastos
for others, it’s just fine the way it is.

Fascination’s human
and whatever’s great in size,
always glorifies the one who made it.

This lifts a nation up
and we can rightfully say
that the greatest flagpole in the world is Portuguese.

This lifts a nation up
and we can rightfully say
that the greatest flagpole in the world is Portuguese.

Saint Peter’s lost his keys,
Saint Anthony’s lost his boy,
Saint John’s gone through the air
And to cap his misfortunes
He can’t find his little lamb.

Saint Anthony’s going crazy,
Saint Peter says he can’t see,
Saint John’s fallen flat
And tumbled down from heaven,
He tripped over who knows what.

The crowd in the avenue grows impatient,
It whistles at having to wait so long
But neither neighbors, nor neighborhoods, nor the anticipated marches
the expectant spectator viu desfilar

A person in high places
Says the popular saints
Won’t be parading through the streets this time.

Whatever we lack in tradition,
at least we make up for in emotion,
the greatest flagpole in the world is Portuguese.

Whatever we lack in tradition,
at least we make up for in excitement,
the greatest flagpole in the world is Portuguese.

Once the saints had recovered from their mistreatment,
Those in charge resolveram confrontar
sliding down the flagpole, they asked down below
what country had raised this pillar aloft.

Everyone swept their trash
To the neighbor’s door
When blame nós aponta e envolve

And when it’s time for the patriotic
country to speak, it says
that the greatest flagpole in the world is Spanish.

The little Portuguese post
is only great in its smallness,
but the greatest flagpole in the world is Spanish.

Saint Peter’s lost his keys,
Saint Anthony’s lost his boy,
Saint John’s gone through the air,
E para mal dos seus azares
He can’t find his little lamb.

Saint Anthony’s going crazy
Saint Peter says that he can’t see,
Saint John’s fallen flat
E do céu deu um tombo
He tripped over who knows what.

Saint Peter’s lost his keys,
Saint Anthony’s lost his boy,
Saint John went through the air
E para mal dos seus azares
Não encontra o cordeirinho

Saint Anthony’s going crazy,
Saint Peter says that he can’t see,
Saint John’s fallen flat
E do céu deu um tombo
He tripped over who knows what.

Today,
I walked down the street with a megaphone
announcing your name
and the love I feel for you.

Today,
I spat fire at the door of the metro
and handed out more than a thousand leaflets
and everyone said:

Today, the world reveres
every fearless idiot
who doesn’t take themself seriously.

And if I were an ignorant star,
would you notice me
in the empty street?

Today,
Declarei-me in all the squares,
I sprayed graffiti in the street you walk along,
"My love was here."

Today,
I did a handstand and wrote a song
and I’ve got to go on television,
just so you can hear:

Today, the world reveres
Every fearless idiot
Que faz pouco de si

And if I were an ignorant star,
Would you notice me
In the empty street?

When I dine in restaurants
with my group of friends,
they all ask me to sing
and I grant their request.
- Sing there, just for a little while!
- Just give me a moment...

They bring the first dish
and more wine for the table
and they ask me to sing fado
and I adio the surprise...
- Go on, then, just one fado number!
- Only after dessert...

Now, go up,
Now, go down,
Now, go to the middle,
Desta já me safo.
Desta já me safo
but I can’t free myself.
now, bounce down,
now, come back up.

A new dose of wine comes
And the second dish,
They lean on me
To show my garra.
- Go on, sing a little fado!
- I’ve got no guitars here…

The desert is served,
Amidst a pile of bottles
They ask me for a well-known song
They improvise on the guitar.
- Sing, don’t be a sell-out!
- Eu já canto daqui a nada...

Now, go up,
Now, go down,
Now, go to the middle,
Desta já me safo.
Desta já me safo
But I can’t free myself.
Now, bounce down,
Now, come back up.

I persist with my refusal,
They persist with their request,
And behold, the coffee arrives
Between two glasses of wine.
- Canta lá que é pr'á sossega...
- I’ll sing in just a moment...

Encolhida no meu canto
à pancadaria assisto
They drink so much
And want to pay a pittance.

That’s when I get up
And furtively slip out...

Now, go up,
Now, go down,
Now, go to the middle,
Desta já me safo.
Desta já me safo
But I can’t free myself.
Now, bounce down,
Now, come back up.
Now, go up,
Now, go down,
Now, go to the middle,
Desta já me safo.
Desta já me safo
I’ve freed myself.
Now, bounce down,
I’ve already sung this one!

He always goes into Campolide,
he comes and sits in front of me
and something tells me he’s sad
from the way he insists
on looking at me with indifference.
And something tells me he’s sad
From the way he insists
on looking at me with indifference.

When he rests his cold,
sad eyes on the street,
I swear I hear zoo animals
jingling behind the wall
When passa Sete Rios
I swear I hear zoo animals
Jingling behind the wall
Quando passa Sete Rios

I thought about making conversation,
asking him about life,
but I don’t think a life fits
on the route between Alvalade
and the Benfica Gates.
But I don’t think a life fits
On the route between Alvalade
and the Benfica Gates.

All I can do is wait for him to notice
my sad, cold gaze
Que eu adio a saida.

I’m a person and I want to be
a pine
or cedar guitar,
a love that doesn’t touch me or grasp me.

It’s the guitar that he wants
Bem enlaçada
and leaves a woman
leaning against the walls of desire.

I only sing to avoid saying
that I’m crying,
that I can’t stand hearing more playing
The song of that guitar
Jealousy desvairava até fazer estalar

But fate would have me
keep my cool,
I heed fate
Mas vingo-o bem
I sing and tune
I sing and tune
E o que desafino
Hoje afinei

I’m a guitar and want to be
A person
Of body and soul, the woman
Of the man who plays me and cheats on me.

I’m the one who most sees him suffer,
At the hands of so many others,
But he only comes to tell me
And I’m the one who consoles him all night.

A solo choro o meu desconsolo
Ao colo imploro não querer to play
A cantiga dessa tal amada
That jealousy desvairava
About to sing.

Mas quer o destino
To keep my cool,
Acato o destino
But vingo-o bem
And I untune,
I play and untune,
Eu que sempre afino
I’ve untuned it.

But fate wants me
To keep my cool
Acato o destino
Mas vingo-o bem
E eu desafino
I play and untune
I, who always tune it,
Have untuned it.

From what I can see,
you’re a bathtub sailor,
and I foresee
a terrible e vil outcome
as soon as they turn on the tap,
Já se vislumbra a disaster

In your desire
to have the biggest fishing boat,
maybe you’ll take cover
and a wave’ll still hurl you
against the enamel of the bathtub
or against a rubber duck.

I’ve also braved the waves of the seven seas
and I was the commander of a fleet of bowls
but loneliness and some disappointment
sing me this song:

You need a lighthouse keeper
to keep the light out of your eyes,
to point you to the jetties,
there’s so much illusion in life,
Por te ouvir so many songs
I’ve stopped believing.

You go up against the duckies
and I’ll row this bowl.

From what I see,
from the size of the fish
that you’ve caught,
it’s shrunk or it’s got smaller,
or it’s dissolved in the bucket,
or there was never any fish at all.

And potato and onion chowder
got cooked without onion or potatoes,
or a bowl to put them in,
I hope you’ve got tins of tuna.

I was lulled
by the siren song,
I carried it home,
made fillets out of it and ate it
Será digestão, consciência or reason
That I hear in myself.

You need a lighthouse keeper
to keep the light out of your eyes,
to guide you to the jetties,
Que há tanta ilusão in life
Por te ouvir so many songs
I stopped believing.

You go up against the duckies
and I’ll row this bowl.

I’m mad with happiness
and one day, I chanced to kiss you.
It was a kiss that escaped my mouth
and all night long, it went around doing what I didn’t want it to.

Now I dance with regret,
one step forward, two steps back.
And the more you whirl me round,
the less I blame happiness for the sadness it causes me.

I don’t want to give you more hope
and happiness isn’t so great
and some days aren’t days at all.
But if you dance with me
and give meaning to my steps,
you won’t make me happy,
you’ll make me yours.

I happily say things
that I wouldn’t even tell you in my dreams
Nem a ferros nem por sombras
Would you hear certain things that I told you another day.

And now I dance with regret,
que eu já nem sei dançar contente
and the more you whirl me round,
the less I blame happiness
one step backwards and two forward.

I don’t want to give you more hope
and happiness isn’t tanta
and some days aren’t days at all
But if you dance with me
and give meaning to my steps,
you won’t make me happy,
you’ll make me yours.

But if you dance with me
and give meaning to my steps
you won’t make me happy,
you’ll make me yours.

Here’s an inventory
of my affair with the notary,
that guy I loved one day,
amidst files and cupboards,
he was the user
of something that I cá know

It was a love without receipts,
without stamps or postmarks,
that I requested from him.
But the bureaucratic notary
refused the arbitrary love
of which I was the owner.

I saw life num calvário
amidst so many forms,
templates and declarations,
Rigoroso notário
but his vocabulary
Contornavam the matter.

The law wouldn’t allow
the love I asked of him,
nor would fate,
just a love with receipts,
with two stamps and a postmark
had his approval.

O seu fulgor era precário
Periodic and sumário
I filed a complaint
He and a young intern
who was working overtime
went to study the situation.

But one day, I saw the cenário
The intern and the notary
Numa coisa que eu nem sei
It was two stamps and a postmark
Bem assentes no focinho
Que este amor eu anulei.

Já não me embalam the waves
Of the sea and the waves
Of the sea eu guardei

I put [them] in the drawer where I hide
things that I daren’t
show anyone.

Everything I hide from you
explodes with a bang within me
There are waves, lots of waves,
So many waves a forçar
and a sea you can’t even dream of,
only a dreamer can see the sea.

Já nem me embala o balanço
Do vento e o balanço
Do vento is what I’ve abandoned.
Beside the drawer where the waves
disperse the things I never put together.

Everything I hide from you
explodes with a bang within me
And the wind and the waves
Com o vento a puxar
Vão crescendo, vão revoltas
Só quem sonha, vê o mar

Our drenched bodies
lying on the bed,
and sand on the floor.

They’re wrapped up in the idea
that the perfect life
has no salvation.

And this hope in me
Não é bonança em ti
E voltas, we go around
and around in circles without getting
to the drawer that shows us
An island ao acordar