Текст и перевод песни Mafalda Arnauth - Talvez Se Chame Saudade

Talvez Se Chame Saudade

Este doce recordar
Que amargamente me invade
Talvez que não tenha nome
Talvez se chame saudade.

Vem da guitarra ao meu peito
E cantando vai seu pranto
Talvez se chame saudade
O que chora no meu canto.

Embora na alma doa
Talvez se chame saudade
O que em nós de longe ecoa
Doutros tempos doutra idade.

Talvez se chame saudade
A voz que a guitarra ecoa
Pungente suavidade
Que faz vibrar mas magoa.

A guitarra e a saudade
Têm a mesma raíz
São da beirinha do mar
Da alma do meu país.

Que alma do meu país
Talvez se chame saudade.

Maybe It's Called Longing

This sweet remembrance
That invades me so bitterly
Perhaps it has no name
Perhaps it's called longing.

It comes from the guitar to my heart
And sings its mournful song
Perhaps it's called longing
What cries in my song.

Although it hurts in the soul
Perhaps it's called longing
What echoes in us from afar
From other times, other ages.

Perhaps it's called longing
The voice that the guitar echoes
A poignant softness
That makes it vibrate but hurts.

The guitar and longing
Have the same root
They are from the seashore
From the soul of my country.

That soul of my country
Perhaps it's called longing.