Maria La Portuguesa
Carlos Cano
Maria The Portuguese
In the nights of moon and carnation
From Ayamonte to Vilareal
Without direction by the river, amidst sighs
A song comes and goes
That Maria sings
To the desire of an Andalusian
Maria is the joy
And the agony
That the south has
She met that man
On a night of green wine and heat
And amidst palm trees and fandango
He entangled her, disturbed her heart
And on the island beaches
They both got lost
Where the waves break, he kissed her mouth
And she surrendered
Oh, Maria the Portuguese!
From Ayamonte to Faro
This fado is heard in the taverns
Where does she drink bitter wine?
Why does she sing with sadness?
Why are those eyes closed?
For an unfortunate love
That's why she sings, that's why she grieves
Fado! Because I miss her eyes
Fado! Because I miss her mouth
Fado! Because she went by the river
Fado! Because she went with the shadow
They say it was the I love you
From a sailor, reason for her suffering
That on a night on the smuggling boats
To the shrimp, she went
And in the shadow of the river
A shot was heard
And from that suffering
The lament was born
Of this song
Oh, Maria the Portuguese!
From Ayamonte to Faro
This fado is heard in the taverns
Where does she drink bitter wine?
Why does she sing with sadness?
Why are those eyes closed?
For an unfortunate love
That's why she sings, that's why she grieves
Fado! Because I miss her eyes
Fado! Because I miss her mouth
Fado! Because she went by the river
Fado! Because she went with the shadow
Fado! Because she went by the river
Fado! Because she went with the shadow
