Amália Hoje - Gaivota
The Gift
Amália Today - Seagull
If a seagull came
To bring me the sky of Lisbon
In the drawing it would make
In that sky where the gaze
Is a wing that doesn't fly
It weakens and falls into the sea
What a perfect heart
Would beat in my chest
My love in your hand
In that hand where it fit
Perfectly my heart
If a Portuguese sailor
Of the seven seas, a wanderer
Were perhaps the first
To tell me what he invented
If a look of new brightness
In my gaze intertwined
What a perfect heart
Would die in my chest
My love in your hand
In that hand where perfectly
Beat my heart
What a perfect heart
Would beat in my chest
My love in your hand
In that hand where it fit
Perfectly my heart
What a perfect heart
Would beat in my chest
My love in your hand
In that hand where it fit
Perfectly my heart
Perfectly my heart
Perfectly my heart
