Paroles et traduction Cesária Évora - Tudo Tem Se Limite

Tudo Tem Se Limite

Bô papa ka foi foguer′
Nem tão pouco rochegador
Nem marinhêr nem catraer'
Nem carpinter nem pédrer′ el foi
Nem pader nem pescador
E nem tambê um catador

Dificuldade bô ka conchel
Pobreza pa bô é lenda de gente gintil
Bô liberdade bô ka brigal
Bem dzêm quem bô é na vida
Pa julga
Realidade dess noss pais

Bô papa ka foi foguer'
Nem tão pouco rochegador
Nem marinhêr nem catraer'
Nem carpinter nem pédrer′ el foi
Nem pader nem pescador
E nem tambê um catador

Dificuldade bô ka conchel
Pobreza pa bô é lenda de gente gintil
Bô liberdade bô ka brigal
Bem dzêm quem bô é na vida
Pa julga
Realidade dess noss pais

Pamod cristôm ta stod calod′
E justiça de povo nunca têm voz
La de bô tribuna, bô t'insulta
E calunia, té Deus na ceu
Ma cma déboxe de ceu, tudo tem se limite
Bô puder ka é infinito
E li ké Cabo Verde

Pamod cristôm ta stod calod′
E justiça de povo nunca têm voz
La de bô tribuna, bô t'insulta
E calunia, té Deus na ceu
Ma cma déboxe de ceu, tudo tem se limite
Bô puder ka é infinito
E li ké Cabo Verde

Bô papa ka foi foguer′
Nem tão pouco rochegador
Nem marinhêr nem catraer'
Nem carpinter nem pédrer′ el foi
Nem pader nem pescador
E nem tambê um catador

Dificuldade bô ka conchel
Pobreza pa bô é lenda de gente gintil
Bô liberdade bô ka brigal
Bem dzêm quem bô é na vida
Pa julga
Realidade dess noss pais

Bô papa ka foi foguer'
Nem tão pouco rochegador
Nem marinhêr nem catraer'
Nem carpinter nem pédrer′ el foi
Nem pader nem pescador
E nem tambê um catador

Dificuldade bô ka conchel
Pobreza pa bô é lenda de gente gintil
Bô liberdade bô ka brigal
Bem dzêm quem bô é na vida
Pa julga
Realidade dess noss pais

Pamod cristôm ta stod calod′
E justiça de povo nunca têm voz
La de bô tribuna, bô t'insulta
E calunia, té Deus na ceu
Ma cma déboxe de ceu, tudo tem se limite
Bô puder ka é infinito
E li ké Cabo Verde

Pamod cristôm ta stod calod′
E justiça de povo nunca têm voz
La de bô tribuna, bô t'insulta
E calunia, té Deus na ceu
Ma cma déboxe de ceu, tudo tem se limite
Bô puder ka é infinito
E li ké Cabo Verde

Bô papa ka foi foguer′
Nem tão pouco rochegador
Bô papa ka foi foguer'
Nem tão pouco rochegador

Bô papa ka foi foguer′
Nem tão pouco rochegador
Bô papa ka foi foguer'
Nem tão pouco rochegador

Everything Has Its Limits

Your father was not a smith,
Nor was he a rock crusher
Nor a sailor nor a stevedore
Nor a carpenter nor a mason
Nor a priest nor a fisherman
And not even a scavenger

You haven't faced hardship,
Poverty to you is a tale told by gentlefolk
You have never fought for your freedom,
You were told what your place in life was
To judge
The reality of our people

Your father was not a smith,
Nor was he a rock crusher
Nor a sailor nor a stevedore
Nor a carpenter nor a mason
Nor a priest nor a fisherman
And not even a scavenger

You haven't faced hardship,
Poverty to you is a tale told by gentlefolk
You have never fought for your freedom,
You were told what your place in life was
To judge
The reality of our people

Why are the people silent?
And the justice of the people has no voice?
From your pulpit, you insult,
And you slander, even God in heaven
But above heaven, everything has its limits,
Your power is not infinite
And this is Cape Verde

Why are the people silent?
And the justice of the people has no voice?
From your pulpit, you insult,
And you slander, even God in heaven
But above heaven, everything has its limits,
Your power is not infinite
And this is Cape Verde

Your father was not a smith,
Nor was he a rock crusher
Nor a sailor nor a stevedore
Nor a carpenter nor a mason
Nor a priest nor a fisherman
And not even a scavenger

You haven't faced hardship,
Poverty to you is a tale told by gentlefolk
You have never fought for your freedom,
You were told what your place in life was
To judge
The reality of our people

Your father was not a smith,
Nor was he a rock crusher
Nor a sailor nor a stevedore
Nor a carpenter nor a mason
Nor a priest nor a fisherman
And not even a scavenger

You haven't faced hardship,
Poverty to you is a tale told by gentlefolk
You have never fought for your freedom,
You were told what your place in life was
To judge
The reality of our people

Why are the people silent?
And the justice of the people has no voice?
From your pulpit, you insult,
And you slander, even God in heaven
But above heaven, everything has its limits,
Your power is not infinite
And this is Cape Verde

Why are the people silent?
And the justice of the people has no voice?
From your pulpit, you insult,
And you slander, even God in heaven
But above heaven, everything has its limits,
Your power is not infinite
And this is Cape Verde

Your father was not a smith,
Nor was he a rock crusher
Your father was not a smith,
Nor was he a rock crusher

Your father was not a smith,
Nor was he a rock crusher
Your father was not a smith,
Nor was he a rock crusher