Paroles et traduction Madredeus - A Cantiga do Campo (Live)

A Cantiga do Campo (Live)

Porque andas tu mal comigo
ò minha doce trigueira
Quem me dera ser o trigo
Que andando pisas na eira

Quando entre as mais raparigas
Vais cantando entre as searas
Eu choro ao ouvir-te as cantigas
Que cantas nas manhãs claras

Por isso nada me medra
Ando curvado e sombrio
Quem me dera ser a pedra
Em que tu lavas no rio

E falam com tristes vozes
Do teu amor singular
Aquela casa onde coses
Com varanda para o mar

(E) por isso nada me medra
Ando curvado e sombrio
Quem me dera ser a pedra
Em que tu lavas no rio

The Song of the Field (Live)

Why are you treating me so poorly,
oh my sweet dark-haired one?
I wish I were the wheat
that you tread on the threshing floor.

When amongst the other young women,
you go singing through the cornfields,
I weep to hear your songs,
that you sing on clear mornings.

That is why nothing can thrive for me;
I go about hunched over and gloomy.
I wish I were the stone
where you wash your clothes in the river.

And they speak with sad voices
of your singular love.
That house where you sew
with a balcony overlooking the sea.

(And) that is why nothing can thrive for me;
I go about hunched over and gloomy.
I wish I were the stone
where you wash your clothes in the river.