I think this is originally by Amália and based on a poem by Camões, but I like this version a lot. That pianist really needs to sort his posture out though. I’ve never really been that interested in Camané but the Humanos videos I’ve been watching have really made me warm to him.
| English | Portuguese |
|---|---|
| Com que voz chorarei meu triste fado Que em tão dura paixão me sepultou Que mor não seja a dor que me deixou o tempo Que me deixou o tempo de meu bem desenganado De meu bem desenganado | With what voice will I cry my sad Fado That has entombed me in this hard passion May the love not be pain that allowed me the time Allowed me the time of my disenchanted lover Of my disenchanted lover |
| Mas chorar não se estima neste estado Aonde suspirar nunca aproveitou Triste quero viver, pois se mudou em tristeza Pois se mudou em tristeza a alegria do passado A alegria do passado De tanto mal, a causa é amor puro Devido a quem de mim tenho ausente Por quem a vida e bens dele aventuro | But crying isn’t appreciated in this state Where I never took the time to breathe I want to live sadly because it turned into sadness It turned into sadness, the happiness of the past The happiness of the past Pure love is the cause of so much evil Owning to the one who is away from me For whom I risk life and all its benefits |
| Com que voz chorarei meu triste fado Que em tão dura paixão me sepultou Que mor não seja a dor que me deixou o tempo Que me deixou o tempo de meu bem desenganado De meu bem desenganado, desenganado | With what voice will I cry my sad Fado That has entombed me in this hard passion May the love not be pain that allowed me the time Allowed me the time of my disenchanted lover Of my disenchanted lover |
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