Amália Por Amor

You have in your gaze
In your soul and in your voice
The true fate
That is in us

And tied to the guitar strings
Lived your heart
Without knowing the reason
You sing about the sea
The land and the sky
With your heart in the voice
That God gave you

Seven hills and fishwives
And a thousand cries in the air
The people praying
A voice singing
Longing, you wanted to give your name
To the woman who was
Amália for loving

And singing
You give so much love
That you die to kill
Our pain

And there are sardine sellers at the windows
And processions passing by
The people praying

You have in your gaze
In your soul and in your voice
The Lusitanian fate that is in us
And there are sardine sellers at the windows
And processions passing by
A voice singing

A voice singing
Longing, you wanted to give your name
To the woman who was
Amália for loving.