Portuguesa Bonita
José Cid
Beautiful Portuguese
Born in the South, she's more traditional and darker,
She likes fado, goes to see the bulls in the arena.
But those from the center are the most border-like,
The sweet gaze, the smile of the tricanas.
And those from the North are fairer, with white skin,
They are very cheerful, very simple, very frank.
Where are you going, beautiful Portuguese,
Come back, come listen to the song,
And that cape with silver ribbons,
It's what cheers and kills my heart.
And the smile with which you enchant me,
Gives life and warms my illusion.
Those from Madeira are as beautiful as flowers,
And nature favors those from the Azores.
But those who live far from their homeland,
Have someone who sings to them in Portugal.
I have much love, much tenderness for all,
On my way there was always an adventure.
Where are you going, beautiful Portuguese,
Come back, come listen to the song,
And that cape with silver ribbons,
It's what cheers and kills my heart.
And the smile with which you enchant me,
Gives life and warms my illusion.
They are the loves I have lived in my life,
One more goodbye, one more return, the farewell.
I am a wanderer, I go from land to land,
And to all I bring one more dream, one more chimera.
I have traveled the world, but I am certain
that the sweetest is the Portuguese woman.
Where are you going, beautiful Portuguese,
Come back, come listen to the song,
And that cape with silver ribbons,
It's what cheers and kills my heart.
And the smile with which you enchant me,
Gives life and warms my illusion.
Born in the South, she's more traditional and darker,
She likes fado, goes to see the bulls in the arena.
But those from the center are the most border-like,
The sweet gaze, the smile of the tricanas.
And those from the North are fairer, with white skin,
They are very cheerful, very simple, very frank.
Where are you going, beautiful Portuguese,
Come back, come listen to the song,
And that cape with silver ribbons,
It's what cheers and kills my heart.
And the smile with which you enchant me,
Gives life and warms my illusion.
Where are you going, beautiful Portuguese,
Come back, come listen to the song,
And that cape with silver ribbons,
It's what cheers and kills my heart.
And the smile with which you enchant me,
Gives life and warms my illusion.
