Paroles et traduction Luar Na Lubre - Teu Nome, Amarante (Con Cida Airam)

Teu Nome, Amarante (Con Cida Airam)

Abre a porta vella
Da casa dos seus pais, e
Tórnalle as xanelas
E lava as mans no balde

Da unha volta á aldea
Chamábase Amarante.
No amencer só quedan
O nome e a soidade.

Meu namorado vai no río
Buscando a neve.
Meu namorado vai no río
Calmar a sede.

Lembrou as trabes de ouro
De cando nena.
E ergueu as grades altas
Onde caeran.

Marcharon todos de alí,
O tempo e a terra,
Pero a palabra estaba
No seu lugar.

E lousou con laxes novas a aira
E limpou de broza as viñas,
E inventoulle outra historia a Amarante
Para contar a unha meniña.

Abre a porta vella
Da casa dos seus pais, e
Tórnalle as xanelas
E lava as maos no balde.

Da unha volta á aldea,
Chamábase Amarante,
Pampanos, videiras,
Obradoiros e rapaces.

Meu namorado, vira o río
E calma a sede, si.
Meu namorado, vira o río
E volta a verme.

Béixanse as fronteiras
Nas casas do arrabalde,
Cantas as xanelas
O viño e os amantes

Fálalle aos sen terra
Do dereito a ocuparen
Barrios para a vida,
Palabras para a verdade.

E asi foi que esperou polos vivos
A lenda de Amarente.
E así foi que aguantou dos camiños
Teu nome, Amarante.

Your Name, Amarante (With Cida Airam)

Open the old door
Of your parents' house, and
Return its windows
And wash your hands in the bucket

Take a turn around the village
It was called Amarante.
At dawn only remain
The name and the solitude.

My boyfriend goes to the river
Looking for the snow.
My boyfriend goes to the river
To quench his thirst.

She remembered the golden beams
From when she was a child.
And she raised the high railings
Where they had fallen.

Everyone left from there,
Time and earth,
But the word was
In its place.

And she paved the threshing floor with new slabs
And cleared the vines of brushwood,
And she invented another story for Amarante
To tell a little girl.

Open the old door
Of your parents' house, and
Return its windows
And wash your hands in the bucket.

Take a turn around the village,
It was called Amarante,
Vine leaves, vines,
Workshops and children.

My boyfriend, see the river
And quench your thirst, yes.
My boyfriend, see the river
And return to me.

The boundaries meet
In the houses of the suburb,
You count the windows
The wine and the lovers

Speak to the landless
Of the right to occupy
Neighborhoods for life,
Words for the truth.

And so the legend of Amarente
Waited for the living.
And so the roads endured
Your name, Amarante.