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Paix\u00f6es Diagonais<\/p>\nDo que fala a madrugada
\nO murm\u00fario na cal\u00e7ada
\nOs sil\u00eancios de licor
\nDo que fala a nostalgia<\/p>\nDe uma estrela fugidia
\nFalam de n\u00f3s, meu amor
\nDo que sabem as vielas
\nE a mem\u00f3ria das janelas<\/p>\nAncoradas no sol-p\u00f4r
\nDo que sabem os cristais
\nDas paix\u00f5es diagonais
\nSabem de n\u00f3s, meu amor<\/p>\nPorque volta esta tristeza
\nO destino \u00e0 nossa mesa
\nO sil\u00eancio de um andor
\nPorque volta tudo ao mar<\/p>\nMesmo sem ter de voltar
\nVoltam por n\u00f3s, meu amor
\nPorque parte tudo um dia
\nO que nos l\u00e1bios ardia<\/p>\nAt\u00e9 n\u00e3o sermos ningu\u00e9m
\nTudo \u00e9 \u00e1gua que corre
\nDe cada vez que nos morre
\nNasce um pouco mais al\u00e9m.
\n…………………………………………………………<\/p>\nDiagonal Passions<\/p>\n
What does the dawn speak of
\nThe murmur of the pavement,
\nThe silences of liquor.
\nWhat does nostalgia speak of<\/p>\nFor a disappeared star,
\nThey speak of us, my love.
\nWhat do the alleys know
\nAnd the memory of the balconies<\/p>\nAnchored in the sunset
\nWhat do the panes know
\nOf diagonal passions
\nThey know of us, my love.<\/p>\nWhy does this sadness come back,
\nDestiny to our table,
\nThe silence of a leaving
\nWhy does everything return to the sea,<\/p>\nEven when it does not have to
\nThey return for us, my love.
\nWhat does everything leave one day
\nWhat used to burn the lips<\/p>\nUntil we would be no-one
\nEverything is running water;
\nFrom each time it dies to us
\nThere springs a little more, further on.<\/p>\nEnglish version by Kamran<\/blockquote>\n
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