Casa Portuguesa
Amália Rodrigues
Portuguese House
In a Portuguese house it looks good
Bread and wine on the table
And if someone humbly knocks on the door
They sit at the table with us
This frankness looks good, it looks good
That the people never deny
The joy of poverty
Is in this great richness
Of giving and being happy
Four whitewashed walls
A hint of rosemary
A bunch of golden grapes
Two roses in a garden
A Saint Joseph made of tiles
Plus the spring sun
A promise of kisses
Two arms waiting for me
It's a Portuguese house, for sure
Yes, for sure, a Portuguese house
In the humble comfort of my home
There is an abundance of affection
And the curtain of the window, the moonlight
Plus the sun shining on it
It takes very little, very little to cheer up
A simple existence
It's just love, bread and wine
And a green soup, greenish
Steaming in the bowl
Four whitewashed walls
A hint of rosemary
A bunch of golden grapes
Two roses in a garden
A Saint Joseph made of tiles
Plus the spring sun
A promise of kisses
Two arms waiting for me
It's a Portuguese house, for sure
Yes, for sure, a Portuguese house
It's a Portuguese house, for sure
Yes, for sure, a Portuguese house
