Meu Limão de Amargura
Amália Rodrigues
My Bitter Lemon
My love, my love
My body in motion
My voice searching
For your own lament
My bitter lemon
My dagger growing
We stopped time
We don’t know how to die
And we were born, we were born
From our sadness
My love, my love
My gray bird
Crying for the distance
Of our separation
My love, my love
My knot of suffering
My mill 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
