Maio Maduro Maio
Madredeus
Ripe May Ripe May
Ripe May Ripe May
who painted you
who broke your spell
never loved you
the sun was rising in the south
and a boat was coming
from Istanbul
always after the nap
calling the flowers
it was the day of celebration
May of loves
it was the day to sing
and a boat was sailing
far away
May with my friend
if only
always in the month of wheat
we will sing
no matter the fury of the sea
let your voice not weaken
let's fight
in a long street
the king-shepherd
sells the elixir of life
that kills the pain
come see, May was born
let your voice not weaken
the crowd broke through
