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They are crazy

La Rue Kétanou

Sao loucas

Elle pleure son marin
Son marin n'est pas le sien
Elle dit que les vagues sont folles
Elle dit que les vagues sont folles
Quand elle chante le fado
Son chant est un oiseau
Un oiseau qui s'envole
Un oiseau qui s'envole

Sao loucas, sao loucas
Sao loucas, sao loucas

L'oiseau emporte une prière
Vers une bouteille à la mer
Son adresse c'est le grand large
Son adresse c'est le grand large
Da rua da riguera
Au cœur d'Alfama
On dit que la vieille est barge
On dit que la vieille est barge

Sao loucas, sao loucas
Sao loucas, sao loucas

Mais dès qu'elle porte le châle
Le silence s'installe
On écoute ses paroles
On écoute ses paroles
Elle pose sur ses reins
Les lignes de ses mains
Qui se remplissent d'alcool
Qui se remplissent d'alcool

Sao loucas, sao loucas
Sao loucas, sao loucas

Alors elle ferme les yeux
Elle est seule devant Dieu
Elle n'a peur de personne
Elle n'a peur de personne
E dez que ela fecha os olhos
Sozinha em frente de Deus
A dizer que elas sao loucas
A dizer que elas sao loucas

Sao loucas, sao loucas
Sao loucas, sao loucas

Elle donne son chagrin
Son chagrin n'est plus le sien
C'est celui de Lisbonne
C'est celui de Lisbonne
Où des femmes portent le noir
Et dans les caisses des guitares
E a saudade qui résonne
E a saudade qui résonne

Sao loucas, sao loucas
Sao loucas, sao loucas

They are crazy

She cries for her sailor
Her sailor is not hers
She says the waves are crazy
She says the waves are crazy
When she sings fado
Her song is a bird
A bird that flies away
A bird that flies away

They are crazy, they are crazy
They are crazy, they are crazy

The bird carries a prayer
To a message in a bottle
Her address is the open sea
Her address is the open sea
From the street of riguera
In the heart of Alfama
They say the old woman is crazy
They say the old woman is crazy

They are crazy, they are crazy
They are crazy, they are crazy

But as soon as she puts on the shawl
Silence falls
We listen to her words
We listen to her words
She places on her back
The lines of her hands
That fill with alcohol
That fill with alcohol

They are crazy, they are crazy
They are crazy, they are crazy

Then she closes her eyes
She is alone before God
She is not afraid of anyone
She is not afraid of anyone
And when she closes her eyes
Alone in front of God
Saying they are crazy
Saying they are crazy

They are crazy, they are crazy
They are crazy, they are crazy

She gives her sorrow
Her sorrow is no longer hers
It belongs to Lisbon
It belongs to Lisbon
Where women wear black
And in the guitar cases
There is saudade that resonates
There is saudade that resonates

They are crazy, they are crazy
They are crazy, they are crazy

Escrita por: Florent Vintrigner / Olivier Leite