Imigrante / Arrebita / As Pernas da Carolina / Minha Gente / Lisboa, Não Sejas Francesas / Lisboa Antiga / Uma Casa Portuguesa
Roberto Leal
Immigrant / Perky / Carolina's Legs / My People / Lisbon, Don't Be French / Old Lisbon / A Portuguese House
So many dreams are shattered
A mother who caresses her breast
Your son is leaving
The immigrant goes far away
To another distant land
Another way to go
He barely boards the ship
The cold gives it to the heart
From the longing you already feel
And looking at the white handkerchief
As he becomes agitated, tears come to his eyes
And waves to no one
Never again, never again
Your land will return
Never again, never again
Your land will return
They arrived recently
But a thousand years have passed
Inside your heart
Gradually, the disappointment
It left scars on his face
And calluses on his hand
But he sends letters to his
Saying thanks to God
Because of its destiny
The mother is happy to receive her
Never in the lines does he realize
Who suffers like no one else
Never again, never again
Your land will return
Never again, never again
Your land will return
And after a few years
Of hopes and disappointments
It was through faith that he conquered
But it was with so much joy
That he saw the day coming
To be able to see yours again
But there's a festival in the village today
The night becomes a feast
For someone who is about to arrive
So much time, so far away
The immigrant is coming back
With a singing heart
Never again, never again
He will leave his land
And after a few years
Of hopes and disappointments
It was through faith that he conquered
But it was with so much joy
That he saw the day coming
To be able to see yours again
But there's a festival in the village today
The night becomes a feast
For someone who is about to arrive
So much time, so far away
The immigrant is coming back
With a singing heart
Never again, never again
He will leave his land
Never again, never again
He will leave his land
Oh girl, if you want to be beautiful
Get up, get up, get up!
Oh girl, if you want to be beautiful
Get up, get up, get up!
I married a Gabriela
Because she has a lot of money
Now my spine
Get up, get up, get up!
Oh girl, if you want to be beautiful
Get up! Get up! Get up!
Oh girl, if you want to be beautiful
Get up! Get up! Get up!
Oh, Carolina's legs! Oh, oh, oh
They are neither thick nor thin
Oh, Carolina's legs! Oh, oh, oh
They are neither thick nor thin
When she walks down the street, she stops the traffic, and there's a scream
Carolina has to pass by, even the guard swallows the whistle
Oh, Carolina's legs! Oh, oh, oh
They are neither thick nor thin
Oh, Carolina's legs! Oh, oh, oh
They are neither thick nor thin
Hey Malhão, Malhão, what kind of life do you have?
Hey Malhão, Malhão, what kind of life do you have?
Eating and drinking, oh trrim-tim-tim
Walking down the street
Eating and drinking, oh trrim-tim-tim
Walking down the street
Eating and drinking, oh trrim-tim-tim
Walking down the street
My people, I'm coming!
I'll trade my longing for smiles!
My people, I'm coming!
I'm glad to be able to come back here!
Lisbon, Don't Be French
Without a doubt, you won't be happy
Lisbon, what a harmful idea!
Vain, from Rio, marrying Paris
Lisbon, you have boyfriends here
What are they saying, poor things, with their souls in their voices?
Lisbon, don't be French
You are Portuguese, you are just for us!
Look here, gentlemen, this is Lisbon from another era
Of the five réis, of the waits and of the royal bullfights!
Of the festivals, of the centuries-old processions
Of the popular morning cries that will never return!
Four whitewashed walls
A hint of rosemary
A bunch of golden grapes
Two roses in a garden
A Saint Joseph made of tiles
But the spring Sun
A promise of kisses
Two arms waiting for me
It's a Portuguese house, for sure
That's definitely a Portuguese house!
It's a Portuguese house, for sure
That's definitely a Portuguese house!