Текст и перевод песни Miguel Araújo - Recantiga - Segunda Versão

Recantiga - Segunda Versão

E era as folhas espalhadas, muito recalcadas do correr do ano
A recolherem uma a uma por entre a caruma de volta ao ramo
E era à noite a trovoada que encheu na enxurrada aquela poça morta
De repente, em ricochete, a refazer-se em sete nuvens gota a gota
Era de repente o rio, num só rodopio a subir o monte
A correr contra a corrente assim de trás para a frente a voltar à fonte
Um monte de cartas espalhadas des-desmoronando-se todo em castelo
E era linha duma vida sendo recolhida de volta ao novelo
Era aquelas coisas tontas, as afrontas que eu digo e que me arrependo
A voltarem para mim como se assim tivessem remendo
E era eu, um passarinho caído no ninho à espera do fim
E eras tu, até que enfim, a voltar para mim
E era eu, um passarinho caído no ninho à espera do fim
E eras tu, até que enfim, a voltar para mim
E era eu, um passarinho caído no ninho à espera do fim
E eras tu, até que enfim, a voltar para mim

Recantiga - Second Version

And the leaves spread out, trampled a lot from the passing of the year
Gathering one by one through the litter back to the branch
And it was at night the thunderstorm that filled the dead puddle in the downpour
Suddenly, ricocheting, rebuilding itself into seven clouds drop by drop
It was suddenly the river, in just one eddy climbing the mountain
Running against the current from back to front returning to the source
A pile of scattered letters collapsing into a castle
And it was the thread of a life being gathered back into the skein
It was those silly things, the insults I say and regret
Returning to me as if they had a patch
And it was me, a little bird fallen into the nest waiting for the end
And it was you, finally, coming back to me
And it was me, a little bird fallen into the nest waiting for the end
And it was you, finally, coming back to me
And it was me, a little bird fallen into the nest waiting for the end
And it was you, finally, coming back to me