Dressage Lusitano Grand Prix Stallion SansaoHM
USDF 2006 Grand Prix All breed award
Video length: 4 minutes 6 seconds
Music: “Chuva” sung by Mariza, who is a popular Portuguese fado singer. Fado is a musical genre usually with a melancholy theme and accompanied by mandolins or guitars which can be traced to the 1820s in Portugal.
Uploaded by casalusitana on Jan 29, 2007
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I enjoy listening to the sound of beautiful songs without understanding their meaning, such as this mournful Portuguese song. If you would like to know the meaning… read on for lyric translation…
Translation to English using Google translate:
The ordinary things in life that there
Forgettable
Only the memories that hurt
Or make you smile
There are people who go down in history
the history of people
and others of whom neither name
remember hearing
They are emotions that give life
the nostalgia that bring
Those who had with you
and ended up losing
There are days that mark the soul
and people’s lives
and the one that you left me
I can not forget
The rain drenched my face
Cold and tired
The streets of the city had
I’ve traveled
Ai … my cry of missing girl
shouted the city
the fire of love in the rain
died a moment ago
The rain heard and kept
my secret to the city
And behold, it hits the glass
Bringing nostalgia
Lyrics to song “Chuva” in Portuguese:
As coisas vulgares que há na vida
Não deixam saudades
Só as lembranças que doem
Ou fazem sorrir
Há gente que fica na história
da história da gente
e outras de quem nem o nome
lembramos ouvir
São emoções que dão vida
à saudade que trago
Aquelas que tive contigo
e acabei por perder
Há dias que marcam a alma
e a vida da gente
e aquele em que tu me deixaste
não posso esquecer
A chuva molhava-me o rosto
Gelado e cansado
As ruas que a cidade tinha
Já eu percorrera
Ai… meu choro de moça perdida
gritava à cidade
que o fogo do amor sob chuva
há instantes morrera
A chuva ouviu e calou
meu segredo à cidade
E eis que ela bate no vidro
Trazendo a saudade