Wonderful Times
- Előadó: Fernando Farinha
- Dal: Belos Tempos
- Fordítás: Portugál → Angol
- Submitted by
F Reis on Szerda, 05/10/2011 - 18:59
Belos Tempos
Belos tempos, que eu vivi
Com oito anos de idade
Quando no fado apareci
Ambição, sonho querido
Em que eu fiz desta canção
O meu brinquedo preferido
De muito novo
Assentei praça no fado
E com as praças antigas
Aprendi a ser soldado
Passei a pronto
Fiz do fado a minha luta
E agora tenho saudade
De quando era recruta
Belos tempos, quem me dera
Voltar à velha unidade
Do retiro da severa
Ter ainda, o carinho
Desse grande comandante
Que se chamava armandinho
Ver novamente, cantadores e cantadeiras
Naquele grupo valente
Que deu brado nas fileiras
E ouvir também
Alguém chamar na parada
Pelo "miúdo da bica"
E eu responder à chamada
Wonderful Times
Wonderful times did I enjoy
At the age of eight
When I appeared in the Fado
Ambition, sweetest of dreams
And this song became my favourite toy
At a very young age
In the Fado I did enlist
And with the older recruits
I learned to be a soldier
I was ready at once
I made the Fado my struggle
And now how I long
For my days as a recruit
Wonderul times, how I wish
To return to the old platoon
Of Severa's retreat
To still possess the affection
Of that great commander
By the name of Armandinho
To see once again singers and songstresses
In that courageous group
That clamoured in the ranks
And to also hear
Someone cry out from the marchers
For the "lad from the Bica"
And I would answer the call
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