0:02 - Rosa da Madragoa 2:40 - O Ardinita 6:09 - Speak of the Alone Woman __ Rosa da Madragoa __ Composition: João Dias / Moniz Pereira In the neighborhood of Madragoa In the Lisbon window Rosa Maria was born Daughter of men and women She was raised on the river Between fish and sea air Flower, woman that rose She was the prettiest girl That the people have ever met And all the people of the sea Sigh when they see her pass In flip-flops and her legs in the air There goes Rosa Maria Who is the joy of this river Listen and laugh out loud Any joke, no matter how cheesy, will make you laugh, my boy! Don't throw clay on the wall That rose is a fine fish For the meshes of your net Young Chico Fateixa He's already sworn he won't leave her Because passion is stubborn It's such blindness That he gave his trawler The name of that rose And the flower da Madragoa When she saw her name written on the prow, Rosa Maria raised her arms to Chico. They started flirting And they're going to get married any day There goes Rosa Maria Who is the joy of this riverside Listen and laugh out loud Any joke, no matter how cheesy, It's going to jingle my boy! Don't throw clay on the wall That this rose is fine fish For the meshes of your net __ O Ardinita __ Lyrics: João Linhares Barbosa Music: Fado Corrido (Popular) Oh my mother, my mother Oh my mother, my beloved Oh my mother, my mother Oh my mother, my beloved Whoever has a mother, has everything Whoever doesn't have a mother, has nothing The ardinite, João He got up very quickly Because he had to be early At the newsroom door He tore a piece of bread That tasted a lot to him well Before leaving, however, Kiss the sleeping mother Saying: Here I go to life Oh my mother, my mother! His mother, with all her affection, Blessed him, kissed him And then gave him advice Always very judgy Take care on the way Don't smoke, don't gamble anything You can rest easy He said to deceive And he said goodbye again Oh my mother, my beloved! He crossed the whole of Madragoa Satisfied, whistling A popular march of Saint John in Lisbon This is what he thought: She's so good My mother and yet How I deceive her, I deceive her And I lie to her, poor thing I love this old lady so much Who has a mother, has everything ! In this repellent slang In the slang of trickery There is a hint of homage In this innocent mouth March to the newspaper happy Always with a raised spirit And as the slang pleases you Repeat: How I love you I love you so much and I love you so much Who doesn't have a mother, has nothing ! __ Talk about the Alone Woman __ Lyrics: Eduardo Olímpio Music: Paco Bandeira I'm already tired of being alone Accompanied by nothing I'm already crazy about being homeless So busy, so trampled on I'm already pregnant with friendship So belly with longing Oh, one day I'll tear up solitude And intertwine in it The look of a song Reach the summit, the top, the top Further and beyond But to know that I am someone In the city I am madness I am a begonia I am jealous And I dreamed of being a street Shortcut path far away I have no seat at the party I am the crumb that remains Then one day I will tear up the solitude And intertwine it The look of a song Reach the summit, the top, the top Further and beyond But knowing that I am someone “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”.