Cabelo Branco É Saudade
Alfredo Marceneiro
White Hair is Longing
Another lost night
Another fado night
It's another day of life
Remembering the past
Loving too much is madness
Loving too little is cruelty
Wrinkled face is old age
White hair is longing
Longings are gentle doves
That we give shelter to
Paradise of memories
Of lost youth
If the snow falls lightly
Without even a storm
Hair the color of snow
Sometimes it's not from age
Worse than time, in making
Our heads turn gray
Are the madness of love
Are the sorrows of life
Don't look back at the past
When you become old
Because it's late and you can't
Go back on the path
