Chamateia
António Zambujo
Chamateia
In the cradle that the island holds
I drink the rhymes of this song
In the high sea of this land
Nothing the reason for my tears
But in the courtyard of life
Dinner serves as supper
And even the most felt pain
Gives way to the 'chamateia'
Oh my love
Oh 'chamarrita'
My solace, back and forth
I will embark on this dance
Tap dance, oh my love
If tap dancing doesn't
Calm my restless soul
I'm up for whatever comes
In the turns of the 'chamarrita'
'Chamarrita', tap dance
I want to contradict
The grip of this mist
That sometimes wants to overcome me