La Rue Kétanou — Sao Loucas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sao Loucas" by La Rue Kétanou.
Lyrics
Elle pleure son marin
Son marin n’est plus le sien
On dit que les vagues sont folles
On 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 a la mer
Son adresse c’est le grand large
Son adresse c’est le grand large
Da rua da riguera
Au coeur d’Alfama
On dit que la vieille est barge
On dit que la vieille est barge
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
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
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 ciasses des guitares
E a saudade qui résonne
E a saudade qui résonne
Lyrics translation
She cries her sailor
His sailor is no longer his
They say the waves are crazy
They say the waves are crazy
When she sings the fado
His song is a bird
A flying bird
A flying bird
Sao Madcas, Sao Madcas
Sao Madcas, Sao Madcas
The bird takes away a prayer
Towards a bottle to the sea
His address is the Great Wide
His address is the Great Wide
From Rua da riguera
In the heart of Alfama
They say the Old Lady is barge
They say the Old Lady is barge
But as soon as she wears the shawl
Silence sets in
We listen to his words
We listen to his words
She lays on her kidneys
The lines of his hands
Which fill with alcohol
Which fill with alcohol
So she closes her eyes
She is alone before God
She's not afraid of anyone.
She's not afraid of anyone.
And ten she closes her eyes
Alone in front of God
Saying they're crazy
She gives her grief
His grief is no longer his
This is the one in Lisbon
This is the one in Lisbon
Where women wear black
And in the ciasses of the guitars
And the longing that resonates
And the longing that resonates