A Sós Com A Noite
Ana Moura
Alone with the Night
The light that curves
Casting a lonely shadow
The longing hits hard
A pain that’s only mine to know
An anxious detour
A sneaky glance on the corner
A guy in a jacket
Dragging the girl by the hand
An old man passes by, begging
Unable to smile on the sidewalks
A trans woman who wants
To embrace her truth without fear
The alarm of a car
A burnt-out cigarette, so forgiving
An unusual scent
The traffic light's red for us
The fado rises in tone
And the singer, who’s good, improvises
There are sales on shoes
The price drops on plain suits
A packed streetcar
A voice in between says it’s gonna rain
Longing hits hard
Oh, how I wish to see you again
