Havemos de Ir a Viana
Amália Rodrigues
We Shall Go to Viana
Among mysterious shadows
Breaking stars in the distance
We will exchange our roses
To later forget them
If my blood does not deceive me
As fantasy deceives
We shall go to Viana
Oh my love of some day
Oh my love of some day
We shall go to Viana
If my blood does not deceive me
We shall go to Viana
Let's depart with a flower on our chest
For love is like the wind
Who stops loses its way
And dies at every moment
If my blood does not deceive me
As fantasy deceives
We shall go to Viana
Oh my love of some day
Oh my love of some day
We shall go to Viana
If my blood does not deceive me
We shall go to Viana
Gypsies, green gypsies
Leave me with this belief
Sins are twenty years old
Remorses are eighty
