00:00 - The shepherd 03:21 - The field song 08:54 - The ship 13:06 - The fire cow Excerpt from the live show in Barcelona, ​​​​in the Otto Zutz room, 1993 Teresa Salgueiro (voice), Pedro Ayres (viola), Francisco Ribeiro (cello), Gabriel Gomes (accordion) and Rodrigo Leão (keyboards). List of Madredeus songs on the channel: • Madredeus - the swallow of spring... __ The shepherd __ Composition: Pedro Ayres Magalhães / Madredeus Oh, no one returns What they've already left No one leaves the big wheel No one knows where they've been Oh that No one remembers Not even what he dreamed That boy sings The shepherd's song Offshore The boat of fantasy still burns And my dream ends late Leaves the soul on watch Offshore The boat Of fantasy still burns And my dream ends late Waking up is what I didn't want __ A cantiga do campo __ Lyrics: Gomes Leal Music: Rodrigo Leão and Pedro Ayres Magalhães Why are you wrong with me, my sweet wheat girl, I wish I were the wheat That while walking you step on the threshing floor When among the other girls You sing among the fields I cry when I hear the songs you sing on bright mornings That's why nothing stops me I'm bent and somber I wish I was the stone on which you wash in the river And they speak with sad voices Of your singular love That house where you sew with a balcony overlooking the sea That's why nothing can stop me, I'm bent and gloomy, I wish I were the stone you wash on in the river __ The Ship __ Composition: Pedro Ayres Magalhães / Madredeus I only left the crowd on the pier From the land Of mortals From confusion I sail without a lighthouse Without agony. .. Distant... And I go in this current In the tide In the dark of the smallest consolation I wake up in the middle of the sea that gives me goosebumps And runs away... My passion is madness I walk on a lost journey The ship drifts Alone... The evil is not great It doesn't last long And when my life sinks Maybe I'm promised From the world... __ The fire cow __ Composition: Pedro Ayres Magalhães / Gabriel Gomes At the door of that church There's a huge commotion Around an old thing There's great confusion The kids are already running away from it Botam fire bursting They released a burning cow With a man leading It's turns Oh, love, it's turns It's the turns It's the turns of the rabble Oh, it's turns Oh, love, it's turns It's the turns of the scoundrel Oh, it's turns, seven turns It's the turns of the scoundrel Oh, it's turns, seven turns It's the turns of the scoundrel (chorus) At the door of that church The traditional being lives Around an old thing And the condition doesn't change At the door of that church There's a big crowd Around a old thing There is great confusion “Music made in Portugal” I created this channel just to promote national music, the Portuguese language and Portuguese-speaking culture. The repertoire selection represents a purely personal aesthetic choice... As I do not intend to earn any money from the videos, all benefits are monetized by the “copyright owners”.