svaki put kad dodje Mariza pitamo se shto nismo otishli da je chujemo. kako peva devojka
a pri tom i scenski nastup joj je izuzetan.
odradio sam i ja domaci
Primavera (ponegde je zovu i Fado Primavera) je pesma Amalije Rodriges koju je Mariza snimila u svom izvodjenju. u pravu si za sempl u treku Moshica, jer je ochigledno u pitanju Mariza
nashao sam i tekst
Primavera
Todo o amor que nos prendera
Como de fora de cera
Se quebrava e desfazia.
Ai funesta primavera,
Quem me dera, quem nos dera
Ter morrido nesse dia.
E condenaram-me a tanto,
Viver comigo o meu pranto,
Viver, e viver sem ti,
Vivendo sem no entanto
Eu me esquecer desses encanto
Que nesse dia perdi.
Pao duro da solidao
É somente o que nos dao a comer.
Que importa que o coracao
Diga que sim ou que naoSe continua a viver.
Todo o amor que nos prendera
Se quebrara e desfizera,
Em pavor se convertia.
Ninguém fale em primavera,
Quem me dera, quem nos dera
Ter morrido nesse dia.
David Mourao Ferreira
Spring
All the love that had tied us,
as if it was of wax,
was breaking and crumbling down.
Ai, tragic Spring
how I wish, how I wish that we
had died on that day
And I was comdemd to so much
to live with my crying
to live, to live, and without you
Living, however without forgetting the enchantment
that I lost that day
hard bread of loneliness
that’s all we get
that’s all we are given to eat
What does the heart matter,
whatever it says, yes or no,
if it keeps on living
All love that had tied us,
was breaking and crumbling down,
was turning into dread
No one should talk to about Spring
how I wish, how I wish that we
had died on that day.
