Maria La Portuguesa
Carlos Cano
Maria The Portuguese
On the nights of moon and carnation
From Ayamonte to Villareal
Without direction along the river, between sighs
A song comes and goes
That Maria sings it
The love of an Andalusian
Mary is joy
And it is agony
What does the south have?
who knew that man
In a night of green wine and heat
And between palma and fandango
It entangled her, it upset her heart
And on the island beaches
They both got lost
Where the waves break, kissed her mouth
And he gave himself
Oh, Maria the Portuguese!
From Ayamonte to Faro
You hear this fado in the taverns
Where do you drink bitter wine?
Why do you sing sadly?
Why those closed eyes?
For an unhappy love
That's why he sings, that's why he hurts
Fado! Because I miss his eyes
Fado! Because I miss your mouth
Fado! Because he went down the river
Fado! Because he left with the shadow
They say it was I love you
Of a sailor, the reason for his suffering
That in a night on the boats
From smuggling, to the shrimp he left
And in the shadow of the river
A shot rang out
And from that suffering
The lament was born
from this song
Oh, Maria the Portuguese!
From Ayamonte to Faro
You hear this fado in the taverns
Where do you drink bitter wine?
Why do you sing sadly?
Why those closed eyes?
For an unhappy love
That's why he sings, that's why he hurts
Fado! Because I miss his eyes
Fado! Because I miss your mouth
Fado! Because he went down the river
Fado! Because he left with the shadow
Fado! Because he went down the river
Fado! Because he left with the shadow
