Romance
Por noite velha, truz, truz
Bateram à minha porta
Donde vens, ó minha alma
Venho morta quase morta
Já eu mal a conhecia
De tão mudada que vinha
Trazia todas quebradas
Suas asas de andorinha
Mandei-lhe fazer a ceia
Do melhor manjar que havia
De onde vens, ó minha amada
Que já mal te conhecia
Mas a minh’alma calada
Olhava e não respondia
E nos seus formosos olhos
Quantas tristezas havia
Mandei-lhe fazer a cama
Da melhor roupa que tinha
Por cima, damasco roxo
Por baixo, cambraia fina
Dorme, dorme, ó minha alma
Dorme e para te embalar
A boca me está cantando
Com vontade de chorar
Romance
On a late night, knock, knock
Someone knocked on my door
Where are you from, oh my soul
I come almost dead, for sure
I barely recognized her
She looked so different, you see
She brought her wings all broken
Like a swallow, so carefree
I told her to prepare dinner
The best feast that I could find
Where are you from, oh my darling
I hardly know you, never mind
But my silent soul just watched
And didn’t say a single thing
In her beautiful eyes, I saw
So many sorrows they bring
I told her to make the bed
With the finest sheets I had
On top, a purple damask
Underneath, a soft fine pad
Sleep, sleep, oh my soul
Sleep, and to rock you, I’ll sing
My lips are singing softly
With a longing to weep and cling.