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Swallows

I spend my days
In long lines
In villages, towns and cities
Swallows are queens
Flying past the borders of freedom
 
I want to lift my feet off the ground
I want to fly away from here
Leave on an airplane
And only return some day
I'll put my bags in the hold
Savor the springtime
Waiting at the station
 
One day a swallow said
Girl, the world spins
Use the breeze in your favor
Life tells us lies
But the sun warns before it sets
 
I want to lift my feet off the ground
I want to fly away from here
Leave on an airplane
And only return some day
I'll put my bags in the hold
Savor the springtime
Waiting at the station
 
My mother already said it
Spread your wings
Turn your back
Be strong, go towards the sea
Go uphill, place a bet
On luck, not on bad luck
 

There I am

There I am, there I am
After all the crying
I've changed my way, and now I'm laughing
I laugh at the river, river of the sea
And I even laugh at my laughter
And so laughing I try to come back
To the sad crying, to the cold day
 
There I am, there I am.
From waiting so long
I've changed my way, and now I want
I want it bad and I'm not gonna stay
Waiting for everything when I ask nothing
All I'm asking for is a way back
Just believing what I don't expect anymore
 
Oai, for your sake
Starts where I ended up
Here where, I don't know
And here where, I don't even know
It always comes back
 
There I am, there I am
Of so much silence
I've changed my way, and now I sing
And I sing so much to scare away
The voice that in me causes astonishment
And I sing like this to come back
To the silent, to the sad tears
 
There I am, there I am
Of so much coming back
I've changed my way, and now I go
Beyond the wings wanting to stay
A little more where I'm not
And at this pace I can say
I'm finally away from myself.
 
There I am, for your sake
It starts where I ended up
Here where, I don't know
And here where, I don't even know
He always comes back
 
Oh, yeah, for your sake
Starts where I ended up
Here where, I don't know
And here where, I don't even know
It always remains.
 

Nesrećna sudbina

Želim nešto postići, ali ja, ni u šta ne verujem
Pevač sam, ali sudbina mi nije da pevam fado
Dobro pevam i bez ikakvog truda
Osećam se kao niko drugi, al’ to više smisla nema.
 
Oh kako je tužna, ova moja radost
Oh kako je radosna, ova moja tuga velika
Nadam se danu jednom, a taj dan dočekati neću
Jer ovamo se više ne vraća, ko je jednom ovde bio.
 
O koja nostalgija
Šta od sudbine te imam ja
Čeznem za nekim
Ko je ovde, a ko ne postoji.
Osjećam se tužno
Samo zato, i osećam se tako dobro
I radujem se što se osećam dobro
Samo zato, što sam tako tužna.
 
Eh pevati ne mogu ,,a kad bi mogla,,
Žao mi je, jer to više i ne želim
Možda bi slušala tu tišinu koju sam stvorila
I moj glas kako u njoj peva.
 
Eh kako je nesrećna, ta sreća što me gleda
Eh kako sam srećna, što sam tako bedna
U neizvesnosti sam, jer ništa više ne postoji
Sem velike sigurnosti, da si siguran u ništa.
 

My love went to Brasil

My love went to Brasil in this steam
Saved with steam his goodbye in the blue sky
When he arrived Rio de Janeiro
Not even a line he wrote.
It's been a year.
 
He left the promise of the calling letter.
In this stomach he left a seed
The flower was born and eared.
It wants to know about it's away father
And I don't know how to tell it nothing.
 
He's lost in the middle of the (?)
Women don't know what's sin
Their saints are stronger than mine
They make Heaven's pedestal with deaf ears.
He must be tied there
In a rosary of shells that had bewitched him
 
My love was rubber tapper in Pará
Was gravedigger in the backlands of Piauí
Was tinkir in lands of Maranhão
Someone told me they had see him
On a Sunday making bread.
 
My love already has brasilian way
Puts sugar with cinnamon on the vowels
Already dances forró and risks in the ass
Who knows if maybe one day
He'll risk other carnivals.
 
He's lost in the middle of mulattoes
He must be melting on other arms
I already know that their saint are miracle workers
They dance with joy in the (?)
But I still have hope that one day he misses me
And he'll come back to the homemade arms.
 
He's in São Paulo and works at Telecom
He should already have 'doctor' written on a card
At night he dances on 'Ó do Borogodó'
He forgot the 'Solidó',
No more cries when he hears Fado
I don't know what to say, he was so ungainly
If I see him I don't want him no more, he must be a squeamish.