Текст и перевод песни Chambao & Césaria Évora - Um Pincelada (Version Duo Espagnol)

Um Pincelada (Version Duo Espagnol)

Quel flor qu′tita murchá
Quel criancá qu'tita tchorá
Quel nuvem qu′tita passá
É sodade ...
É tristeza ...
É lembranca di nha infância
É fantasia daquel mesa
Recheode de côsa sabe
Pa consolá nha fraqueza
É lembranca di nha infância
É fantasia daquel mesa
Recheode de côsa sabe
Pa consolá nha fraqueza
Esa flor que se marchita
Ese niño que está llorando
Esa nube que va apsando
Es nostalgia, es tristeza
Es el recuerdo de una infancia
La fantasía de aquella mesa
Llena de cosas buenas
Pa'consolar mi pobreza
É lembranca di nha infância
É fantasia daquel mesa
Recheode de côsa sabe
Pa consolá nha fraqueza
Mundo ta mudá
M nha estoria ta f'cá.
Mundo ta mudá
M nha estoria ta f′cá.
Mundo ta mudá -el mundo cambia-
M nha estoria ta f′cá.-mi historia se quedará-
El mundo, el mundo
Mi historia se quedará
É lembranca di nha infância
É fantasia daquel mesa
Recheode de côsa sabe
Pa consolá nha fraqueza
El mundo cambia
Mi historia se quedará
Mundo ta mudá
M nha estoria ta f'cá
Mundo ta mudá -el mundo cambia-
M nha estoria ta f′cá.-mi historia se quedará-
Mundo ta mudá -el mundo cambia-
M nha estoria ta f'cá.-mi historia se quedará-
Mundo ta mudá -el mundo cambia-
M nha estoria ta f′cá.-mi historia se quedará-
Mundo ta mudá -el mundo cambia-
M nha estoria ta f'cá.-mi historia se quedará-

A Brushstroke (Spanish Duet Version)

This little flower, it is wilting
This little child, it is crying
This little cloud, it is passing by
It is loneliness...
It is sadness...
It is a memory of my childhood
It is a fantasy of that table
Full of delicious things
To comfort my weakness
It is a memory of my childhood
It is a fantasy of that table
Full of delicious things
To comfort my weakness
This little flower, it is wilting
This little child, it is crying
This little cloud, it is passing by
It is nostalgia, it is sadness
It is the memory of a childhood
The fantasy of that table
Full of delicious things
To comfort my poverty
It is a memory of my childhood
It is a fantasy of that table
Full of delicious things
To comfort my weakness
The world is changing
But my story will remain
The world is changing
But my story will remain
The world is changing
My story will remain
The world, the world
My story will remain
It is a memory of my childhood
It is a fantasy of that table
Full of delicious things
To comfort my weakness
The world is changing
My story will remain
The world is changing
But my story will remain
The world is changing
My story will remain
The world is changing
My story will remain
The world is changing
My story will remain
The world is changing
My story will remain