Sons da terra - Portuguesa bonita Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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Pretty Portuguese Girl

She was born in the South
And she's got the purest blood and is the swarthiest
She likes ,
Goes to watch bullfights in the arena!
But the ones from the Center
Are closest to the border:
The sweet glances
And the smiles of peasant women!
 

And the Northern ones
Are fairer, with whiter skin.
They're very cheerful,
Very simple, very blunt!
 

[Chorus:]
Where are you going, pretty Portuguese girl?
Turn back, come to hear this song
And that cape with silver ribbons
Is the one what both overjoys and kills
My heart!
And the smile with which you dazzle me,
Lends life and warms up
To my fanciful dream!
 

The ones from Madeira
Are as pretty as flowers
And nature
Favours the ones from the Azores!
But the ones who live
Far from their motherland,
Have someone
Who sings to their honour in Portugal!
 

I feel much love for all of them,
Much tenderness...
On my path
There's always some adventure!
 

[Chorus:]
Where are you going, pretty Portuguese girl?
Turn back, come to hear this song
And that cape with silver ribbons
Is the one what both overjoys and kills
My heart!
And the smile with which you dazzle me,
Lends life and warms up
To my fanciful dream!
 

They're the loves
That I've had in my life:
One more goodbye, one more return
And the farewell...
I'm an acrobar:
I go from land to land
And I bring to all of them
One more dream, one more fantasy!
 

I've already travelled the world,
But I have been left with the certitude
That the sweetest of them all
Are Portuguese women!
 

[Chorus:]
Where are you going, pretty Portuguese girl?
Turn back, come to hear this song
And that cape with silver ribbons
Is the one what both overjoys and kills
My heart!
And the smile with which you dazzle me,
Lends life and warms up
To my fanciful dream!
 

She was born in the South
And she's got the purest blood and is the swarthiest
She likes fado,
Goes to watch bullfights in the arena!
But the ones from the Center
Are closest to the border:
The sweet glances
And the smiles of peasant women!
 

And the Northern ones
Are fairer, with whiter skin.
They're very cheerful,
Very simple, very blunt!
 

[Chorus:]
Where are you going, pretty Portuguese girl?
Turn back, come to hear this song
And that cape with silver ribbons
Is the one what both overjoys and kills
My heart!
And the smile with which you dazzle me,
Lends life and warms up
To my fanciful dream!
 

She was born in the South
And she's got the purest blood and is the swarthiest
She likes fado,
Goes to watch bullfights in the arena!
But the ones from the Center
Are closest to the border:
The sweet glances
And the smiles of peasant women!
 

And the Northern ones
Are fairer, with whiter skin.
They're very cheerful,
Very simple, very blunt!
 

[Chorus:]
Where are you going, pretty Portuguese girl?
Turn back, come to hear this song
And that cape with silver ribbons
Is the one what both overjoys and kills
My heart!
And the smile with which you dazzle me,
Lends life and warms up
To my fanciful dream!
 




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