Live In London - DVD

2003 · World Connection

  • 1.
    O Silêncio da Guitarra
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    O Silêncio da Guitarra

    [José Luis Gordo / Zé Negro (Fado tradicional)]

    The silence of the guitar
    That clings to my soul
    Like fire it was
    And lasts in my bosom
    For the happiness also weeps
    And washes away the grief
     
    This silence of the Tejo
    Without a mouth for a kiss
    Neither eyes to weep
    Seagull caught in the wind
    A ship of suffering
    Always returning back.
     
    Lisboa harbour of the "saudade"*
    Where a guitar shall play
    To us a sad fado
    When the soul becomes immense
    The sadness also sings
    In an almost still weeping.
     
    * "saudade" - untranslatable word meaning a Portuguese 
    state of mind that longs for the times, places and things of 
    the past in a most nostalgic way.

  • 1. O Silêncio da Guitarra

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  • 2.
    Loucura
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    Loucura

    (Júlio Campos Sousa / Frederico de Brito)

    I was made for song (fado*),
    How do I know I live a poem sung
    From a ballad that I wrote

    To speak of it,
    I cannot do
    But let my soul sing out
    And souls know how to hear me

    Cry out, cry out
    Poets of my country
    Trunks of the same root
    Of life that does unite us

    And as for all of you
    If you were not beside me
    There would be no song (fado)
    Nor singers (fadistas) such as I

    That my voice
    Is so mournful
    Is the fault of all of you
    The poets in my life

    It's madness
    I have heard it said
    But blessed is the madness
    To sing and to live


    * Fado (Ballad) is a popular Portuguese 
       song or melody, usually plaintive.

  • 2. Loucura

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  • 3.
    Maria Lisboa
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    Maria Lisboa

    (David Mourão Ferreira / Alain Oulman)

    A fisherman's wife, she wears slippers
    And moves like a cat
    With her basket, to the caravel,
    But in her heart, to the frigate...

    Instead of ravens on her veil
    Seagulls come to rest...
    When the wind invites her to dance
    She dances the waltz of the sea...

    Her dress is made of sea shells,
    She has seaweed in her hair,
    And in her veins still throbs
    The engine of the trawler...

    She sells dreams and salt sea spray
    Storms cry out her name...
    Her real name is Maria...
    But she is known as Lisboa...

  • 3. Maria Lisboa

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  • 4.
    Menino do Bairro Negro
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    Menino do Bairro Negro

    (José Afonso)

    Look at the rising sun,
    Come and see the sea,
    The little boys are running
    To watch the arrival of the sun
     
    Little boy without standing
    Brother of all the naked
    Raise your eyes
    Come see the light
     
    Poorly dressed little boy
    A new day is coming
    Only the ones that can sing
    Will also come
     
    Black,
    Black Quarter,
    Black Quarter
    Where there is no bread
    There is no peace
     
    Poor little boy in your home
    Despite of the bogey man 
    One day this song
    Will be sung
     
    Look at the rising sun
     
    If it is pleasant to sing
    If all the earth smiles
    Who will not love you
    Little boy?
     
    If the reason is not fury
    If it is everybody's will to be
    One day you will learn
    Whatever will happen
     
    Black, black quarter
    Black quarter
    Where there is no bread
    There is no peace
     
    Poor little boy in your home
    Despite of the bogey man 
    One day this song
    Will be sung
     
    Look at the rising sun
    Come and see the sea

  • 4. Menino do Bairro Negro

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  • 5.
    Fado Curvo
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    Fado Curvo

    (Carlos Maria Trindade)

    In the temple that only belongs to the fado
    the soul is like a garden
    where the flowers dance sideways
    in the endless wind
     
    Will they stand poor little things
    the furies of nature?
    The passion is neither a straight line
    nor the fado is certitude
     
    The fado is like a game
    Made up by God inspired
    if He placed us in this life
    it was to play the fado
     
    At the table of the feelings
    the heart is a dice
    that rolls with the guitars
    and the number that comes up is the fado
     
    The one, the two and the three
    are faces of the same truth.
    The four and the five already are
    the game of happiness
     
    The number six is "saudade"
    in its behalf I sing
    The doors of my soul are open
    and now look at how it dances

  • 5. Fado Curvo

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  • 6.
    Barco Negro
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    Barco Negro

    (David Mourão Ferreira / Caco Velho-Parantini)

    At daybreak, what fear
    That you would find me ugly!
    I awoke, trembling
    Still lying in the sand...
    But soon your eyes
    Tell me it is not so
    And the sun penetrates
    My heart

    Later, I saw a cross on a rock
    And your dark boat
    Dancing in the light...
    I saw your arms waving
    Between the billowing sails...
    On the beach the old women say you 
    will never return 
    They're crazy! They're crazy!
    I know my love:
    You have never ever left
    Everything around says that
    You will always be with me.

    In the wind that blows 
    Sand against the windows;
    In the water that sings;
    In the fire's dying embers;
    In the warmth of the bed;
    On the empty benches;
    Deep in my heart
    You will always be with me.

  • 6. Barco Negro

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  • 7.
    Variações em Ré (Instrumental)
  • 7. Variações em Ré (Instrumental)

  • 8.
    Cavaleiro Monge
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    Cavaleiro Monge

    (Fernando Pessoa / Mário Pacheco)

    From the valley to the mountain,
    From the mountain to the hill,
    Horse of shadow,  monk rider.
    Through houses, through meadows,
    Through gardens, through fountains,
    In alliance you walk.
     
    From the valley to the mountain,
    From the mountain to the hill,
    Horse of shadow, monk rider.
    Through black cliffs,
    Behind and ahead,
    In secrecy you walk.
     
    From the valley to the mountain,
    From the mountain to the hill,
    Horse of shadow, monk rider.
    Through desert meadows,
    Without horizons,
    In freedom you walk.
     
    From the valley to the mountain,
    From the mountain to the hill,
    Horse of shadow, monk rider.
    Through trackless ways,
    Through rivers without bridges,
    In solitude you walk.
     
    From the valley to the mountain,
    From the mountain to the hill,
    Horse of shadow, monk rider.
    For it is endless
    And accounted by no one,
    In me you walk.
     
    Through black cliffs,
    Through rivers without bridges,
    In me you walk.

  • 8. Cavaleiro Monge

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  • 9.
    Anéis do Meu Cabelo
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    Anéis do Meu Cabelo

    (António Botto / Tiago Machado)

    If by the church you would walk
    At the day of my burial
    Tell the earth not to eat
    The curls of my hair
     
    I wouldn't expect you to come
    And cover my face with roses
    Or in weeping tell
    To anyone of your distress
     
    Nor should I expect you to kiss
    My lean and beautiful body
    But instead would keep forever
    The curls of my hair

  • 9. Anéis do Meu Cabelo

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  • 10.
    O Deserto
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    O Deserto

    (Carlos Maria Trindade)

    Desert
    Empire of the sun
    So near
    Empire of the sun
    A test
    To solitude
    Blind mirage
    Great reflection of light
    Free prison
    Without a single breeze
     
    Such a grand sea
    Of quiet waves
    Such a grand seashore
    Of veiled shapes
    Victory of the space
    Immensity
    Escape point
    Amplification
    Free prison
    Savage lodger
    Savage lodger
     
    At the desert
    I hear the bottom of the soul
    And, if the sand is quiet,
    The beat of the heart
     
    Such a big desert
    So suddenly
    Makes me think
    That I am the desert
    If you don't come for me.

  • 10. O Deserto

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  • 11.
    Ó Gente Da Minha Terra
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    Ó Gente Da Minha Terra

    (Amália Rodrigues / Tiago Machado)

    Oh people of my land
    It's only now that I perceive
    This sadness which I carry
    Was from you received

    This ballad is both yours and mine
    United by our destiny
    No matter how much is denied
    By the strings of a guitar

    Whenever we hear a lament
    Of a guitar playing
    We are soon filled
    With a longing to weep

    It would seem a kindness
    If I were able to soothe it
    And by releasing the sorrow
    Make my song less melancholy

  • 11. Ó Gente Da Minha Terra

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  • 12.
    Há Festa Na Mouraria
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    Há Festa Na Mouraria

    (A. Amargo / A. Duarte)

    There's a festival in the town
    It's the day of the procession 
    For the lady of good health, 
    Even Rosa Maria 
    From the street of ill repute
    Seems to be virtuous.

    Splendid quilts in every window 
    Rose petals all on the ground 
    The faithful and unbelievers mingle 
    In the narrow streets, 
    It's the day of the procession 
    For the lady of good health. 

    After brief murmurings 
    Deep silence reigns 
    As all along the way 
    The virgin is carried. 
    All kneel and pray in reverence 
    Even Rosa Maria. 

    As if turned to stone 
    In fervent devoted prayer, 
    Such is her presence 
    That even Rosa who was deflowered 
    From the street of ill repute 
    Seems to be virtuous.

  • 12. Há Festa Na Mouraria

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  • 13.
    Oiça Lá Ó Senhor Vinho
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    Oiça Lá Ó Senhor Vinho

    (Alberto Janes)

    Listen here, Mr. Wine
    Tell me now, quite frankly
    Why do you take all steadiness 
    From those you meet in your path?

    Just one small glass too much
    And even the mildest of men
    Become deranged on friend wine
    Rewarded by walking on all fours.

    It's a dirty trick, but there's a purpose
    In all that you do
    One becomes unbalanced
    With no equilibrium to be found.

    The laws of physics fail
    And the vertical, all around
    Sways - you can't help it -
    And you are no longer upright.

    I was once the keeper of wine
    The lonely leaf playing in the wind
    I was the sunbeam on the earth
    Caressing the sweet grape
    I still hold the warmth of the sun
    And thus even life I give
    Enriching it's quality for everyone
    In number, weight and size.

    I only harm those
    Who think I am nothing, who belittle me
    And who treat me like water -
    For this they pay, that's how I am
    Your Grace, you are right
    It's so ungrateful to speak badly of wine
    And to prove to you what I say
    Come my friend, let's have another glass!

  • 13. Oiça Lá Ó Senhor Vinho

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  • 14.
    Primavera
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    Primavera

    (David Mourão Ferreira / Pedro Rodrigues)

    All the love that seized us
    As if made of wax it was
    Was broken and undone
    Ah, fatal spring
    How I wish, how we wish
    To have died that day
     
    And condemned I was                
    To have weeping living with me
    To live, to live and without you
    Living and not, however,
    Forgetting that enchantment
    That I lost in that day
     
    The dry bread of solitude
    It's the only thing we get
    The only thing to be fed on
    What matters if the heart
    Says yes or says no
    If it keeps on living
     
    All the love that seized us
    Was broken, was undone
    In fear was converted
    Let no one speak of spring
    How I wish, how we wish
    To have died that day.

  • 14. Primavera

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  • 15.
    Não É Desgraça Ser Pobre
  • 15. Não É Desgraça Ser Pobre

  • 16.
    Povo Que Lavas No Rio
  • 16. Povo Que Lavas No Rio