Moura Encantada
Ana Moura
Enchanted Moorish Woman
It's a legend, in the Moorish quarter
What great wealth there was
Guarded by a Moorish woman
One day someone asked me
If the Moorish woman in my name
Is that enchanted Moorish woman
I don't know, I just know that I give myself
And forget who I am
Like in a deep sleep
And in the dreams I have
I guess and unveil
All the dreams of the world
My voice, suddenly
Is everyone's voice
Of everything that life has
When the night comes to an end
I search for myself
And find no one
I don't know if it's a legend or not
If it's enchantment or curse
That sometimes weighs so much on me
I know that free or condemned
And without thinking of anything else
I close my eyes and sing
Maybe I'm enchanted
And being so everything and nothing
I close my eyes and sing
