Meu Amor, Meu Amor
Amália Rodrigues
My Love, My Love
My love, my love
My body in motion
My voice searching
For its own lament
My lemon of bitterness, my dagger growing
We stop time, we don't know how to die
And we are born, we are born
From our sadness
My love, my love
My gray bird
Crying the distance
Of our separation
My love, my love
My knot and suffering
My millstone of tenderness
My ship of torment
This sea has no cure, this sky has no air
We stopped the wind, we don't know how to swim
And we die, we die
Slowly, slowly