Paroles et traduction Ana Moura - Águas do Sul

Águas do Sul

Escurece o azul
Está negro o céu
Águas do sul
Nunca assim choveu
Passar a ponte
Noite serrada
Água da fonte, turva enlameada
Rosário triste nas mãos do crente
Deus guarde a sorte da gente

Esquiva-se a luz dos meus faróis
Passa-me a cruz, vida quanto dóis
Velho sinal curva apertada
Vê-se tão mal, na estrada molhada
Sorriso triste, ai de quem não mente
Deus guarde a sorte, da gente

Cedi aos medos fugi à dor
Por entre os dedos fugiste-me amor
Leve embaraço não fere ninguém
Fundo cansaço reduz o prazer
Que noite triste, penso de repente
Deus guarde a sorte da gente
Deus guarde a sorte da gente
Deus guarde a sorte a sorte da gente

The blue darkens, the sky is dark
The waters from the South come
It never rained like this
I pass through the brigde
The night brakes off
Waters run from the fountain, murky and muddy
A sad rosary rests in the hands of the believer
May God keep our destiny

The beacons of my lighthouse go off
My cross burdens, oh you, life that ails me
An weathered sign and a narrow bent
One barely sees it at the drenched road
I cast one sad smile, one of whom who never lies
May God keep our destiny

I succumbed to my fears, I fleed from my pain
And you, my love, vanished away through my fingers
A gentle confusion, it does not hurt me though
A deep tiredness softens my joy
What a sad night, I think for an instant
May God save our destiny

Southern waters

Darken the Blue
The sky is black
Southern waters
It never rained like this
Crossing the bridge
Sawed night
Source water, muddy turbid
Sad rosary in the hands of the believer
God Save our luck

Dodge the light of my headlights
Give me the cross, life how much it hurts
Old tight curve sign
Looks so bad on the wet road
Sad smile, woe to those who do not lie
God Save our luck

I gave in to fears I ran away from pain
Through my fingers you fled me love
Slight embarrassment does not hurt anyone
Background tiredness reduces pleasure
What a sad night, I suddenly think
God Save our luck
Deus guarde a sorte da gente
Deus guarde a sorte a sorte da gente

The blue darkens, the sky is dark
The waters from the South come
It never rained like this
I pass through the brigde
The night brakes off
Waters run from the fountain, murky and muddy
A sad rosary rests in the hands of the believer
May God keep our destiny

The beacons of my lighthouse go off
My cross burdens, oh you, life that ails me
An weathered sign and a narrow bent
One barely sees it at the drenched road
I cast one sad smile, one of whom who never lies
May God keep our destiny

I succumbed to my fears, I fleed from my pain
And you, my love, vanished away through my fingers
A gentle confusion, it does not hurt me though
A deep tiredness softens my joy
What a sad night, I think for an instant
May God save our destiny