As Mãos que Trago [English translation]

Were they Mountains? Were they seas?

Were they the numbers? I do not know

Because of many singular things

I did not find you, I did not find you

And I waited for you, I called to you

Between the roads I lost myself

Was it a black cloud? A swollen tide?

And it was because of you, it was because of you.

The hands that I bring, my hands are these

They alone tell you

Whether My heart comes

from deaths or parties.

Such as I am, I do not invite you

To come and wait wherever I go.

Everything I have is having suffered

For my dream, lofty and lost

And the regretted enchantment

Of my love, of my love

• Artist:Amália Rodrigues
• Album:Com que Voz, 1968