Текст и перевод песни Dulce Pontes - As maos que trago

As maos que trago

Foram as montanhas, foram os mares
Foram os números, não sei
Por muitas coisas singulares
Não te encontrei, não te encontrei

E te esperava, te chamava
Entre os caminhos me perdi
Foi nuvem negra, maré brava
E era por ti, era por ti!
Foi nuvem negra, maré brava
E era por ti, era por ti!

As mãos que trago, as mãos são estas
Elas sozinhas te dirão
Se vem de mortes ou de festas
Meu coração, meu coração

Tal como sou, não te convido
A ir esperar onde eu for
Tudo o que eu tenho é haver sofrido

Pelo meu sonho alto e perdido
O encantamento arrependido
Do meu amor, do meu amor!

The Hands I Bring

It was the mountains, it was the seas
It was the numbers, I don't know
Through many peculiar things
I didn't find you, I didn't find you

And I waited for you, I called you
I got lost among the paths
It was a dark cloud, a rough tide
And it was for you, it was for you!
It was a dark cloud, a rough tide
And it was for you, it was for you!

The hands that I bring, these are the hands
They alone will tell you
If it comes from death or from parties
My heart, my heart

As I am, I don't invite you
To go wait wherever I go
All I have is to have suffered

For my high and lost dream
The repentant enchantment
Of my love, of my love!