Alma Minha
Amália Rodrigues
My Soul
My gentle soul, that departed from me
So early from this discontented life
Rest there in Heaven eternally
And may I live here on earth always sad
If in the ethereal seat, where you ascended
Memory of this life is allowed
Do not forget that ardent love
That you already saw so pure in my eyes
And if you see that you can deserve
Some cause for the pain that remained with me
Of the sorrow, without remedy, of losing you
Pray to God, who shortened your years
That He may take me from here so soon to see you
How soon He took you from my eyes
