Fadinho da Tia Maria Benta
Amália Rodrigues
Aunt Maria Benta's Little Song
Don't look at me don't look
that I'm not your love
I'm not like the fig tree
that bears fruit without flower
Oh, Aunt Maria Benta
your boy is better
the evil is not so strong
that it makes him worse
Oh clear blue eyes
opposite to my life
what pleasure do you have, love
in seeing me suffer
Oh, Aunt Maria Benta
your boy is better
the evil is not so strong
that it makes him worse
I have inside my chest
close to the heart
two words that say
to love yes, to leave you no
Oh, Aunt Maria Benta
your boy is better
the evil is not so strong
that it makes him worse
The waves of your hair
are blonde and perfumed
they are nets to which
the souls in love are caught
Oh, Aunt Maria Benta
your boy is better
the evil is not so strong
that it makes him worse
