Paroles et traduction Amália Rodrigues - Aquela Rua

Aquela Rua

Senhoras e senhores, vão ouvir a cantar
Com música de Jaime Santos
E verso cá de Linhares Barbosa
O fado Aquela Rua

Não me fales dessa rua, a rua
E que pra mim foi a mais linda ainda
Sim, prefiro que te cales, fala-me das horas de hoje
Do passado não me fales

Nesse tempo de quimera eu era
Como simples açucena pequena
Pura como a luz da lua era a menina bonita
Do princípio ao fim da rua

Bibe azul aos quadradinhos
Fitas e laços de ir para a escola
Hoje eu sigo outros caminhos
Fiz dos teus braços uma gaiola

Canções alegres que eu tinha
Que eram da moda, só sei cantar
Olha a triste viuvinha
Que anda na roda e anda a chorar

Era a irmã daquela fonte defronte
Aprendi a tagarelar com ela
Mas depois tudo mudou porque um dia tu passaste
Passaste e a fonte secou

Meu canteirinho de barro bizarro
Fosse lá pelo que fosse, quebrou-se
Passaste-me a chamar-te tua desde então não mais pisei
Nas pedras daquela rua

Não me fales dessa rua, a rua
Que p'ra mim foi a mais linda ainda
Sim, prefiro que te cales, fala-me das horas de hoje
Do passado não me fales

That Street

Ladies and gentlemen, you're going to hear
To the music of Jaime Santos
And lyrics of Linhares Barbosa
The fado Aquela Rua

Don't talk to me about that street, the street
And which for me was still the most beautiful
Yes, I prefer you to be quiet, talk to me about the hours of today
Don't talk to me about the past

In that time of chimera I was
A small lily of the valley
Pure as the moonlight was the pretty girl
From the beginning to the end of the street

Blue gingham
Ribbons and bows to go to school
Today I follow other paths
I made your arms a cage

Happy songs I used to sing
Which were fashionable, I only know how to sing
Look at the sad widow
Who walks the circle and cries

She was the sister of that fountain opposite
I learnt to chatter with her
But then everything changed because one day you passed
You passed and the fountain ran dry

My peculiar clay flowerbed
Whether it was for whatever reason, it broke
Ever since you started calling me yours I have never again stepped
On the stones of that street

Don't talk to me about that street, the street
Which for me was still the most beautiful
Yes, I prefer you to be quiet, talk to me about the hours of today
Don't talk to me about the past