Paroles et traduction Ednardo - Varal

Varal

No varal a roupa ao vento
E no vento a voz da rua
E na rua o transitar
Gente apressada a passar
Na parede o calendário
No calendário outro dia
E no dia a mesma espera
De nada esperar um dia
No umbral da porta já torta
A sombra, o sombrio olhar
E no olhar coisas mortas
Que ninguém virá velar
E no olhar coisas mortas
Que ninguém virá velar
No varal a roupa ao vento
E no vento a voz da rua
E na rua o transitar
Gente apressada a passar
Na parede o calendário
No calendário outro dia
E no dia a mesma espera
De nada esperar um dia
No umbral da porta já torta
A sombra, o sombrio olhar
E no olhar coisas mortas
Que ninguém virá velar
E no olhar coisas mortas
Que ninguém virá velara
O assovio, o assalto
O assunto a semana inteira
Na esquina, no bar, na feira
E a roupa no seu varal
E esse dia tão normal
Tão normal, tão normal
E esse dia tão normal
Tão normal, tão normal
No umbral da porta já torta
A sombra, o sombrio olhar
E no olhar coisas mortas
Que ninguém virá velar

Clothesline

On the clothesline, the laundry blows in the wind
And in the wind, the voice of the street
And in the street, the traffic
People rushing by
On the wall, the calendar
On the calendar, another day
And in the day, the same waiting
To wait for nothing one day
On the threshold of the crooked door
The shadow, the somber gaze
And in the gaze, dead things
That no one will come to watch
And in the gaze, dead things
That no one will come to watch
On the clothesline, the laundry blows in the wind
And in the wind, the voice of the street
And in the street, the traffic
People rushing by
On the wall, the calendar
On the calendar, another day
And in the day, the same waiting
To wait for nothing one day
On the threshold of the crooked door
The shadow, the somber gaze
And in the gaze, dead things
That no one will come to watch
And in the gaze, dead things
That no one will come to watch
The whistle, the assault
The topic of the whole week
On the corner, in the bar, at the fair
And the clothes on their line
And this day so normal
So normal, so normal
And this day so normal
So normal, so normal
On the threshold of the crooked door
The shadow, the somber gaze
And in the gaze, dead things
That no one will come to watch