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Una casa portuguesa

Una casa portuguesa tengo yo
que la brisa y el sol besan,
su silueta que adivino me esperó
al final de mi camino.
Sin descanso voy andando para allá,
a mi amor que quiero tanto,
A mi casa con presteza llegaré
y tus mejillas besaré, mi portuguesa.
 
Cuatro paredes muy blancas,
con madreselva y jazmín,
tiene un racimo la parra
y dos rosas el jardín,
un San José de azulejos
bajo un sol de primavera,
dulce promesa de besos
y tus brazos que me esperan.
 
Una casa portuguesa con certeza,
es con certeza una casa portuguesa.
 
Una casa portuguesa tengo yo,
no me importa su pobreza,
pan y vino y sincero corazón
es tan sólo lo que quiero,
las palabras cariñosas de mi amor
y el perfume de las rosas.
Sin engaño ni tristeza viviré
y una canción te cantaré, mi portuguesa.
 
Cuatro paredes muy blancas,
con madreselva y jazmín,
tiene un racimo la parra
y dos rosas el jardín,
un San José de azulejos
bajo un sol de primavera,
dulce promesa de besos
y tus brazos que me esperan.
 
Una casa portuguesa con certeza,
es con certeza una casa portuguesa.
 
Çeviri

A Portuguese Home

A Portuguese home I have
kissed by the breeze and the sun,
her silhouette that, I guess, waited for me
at the end of my way.
Without resting I am walking towards there,
to my love that I love so much,
to my home with celerity I will arrive
and your cheeks I will kiss, my Portuguese girl.
 
Four very white walls
with honeysuckle and jasmine,
the grape vine has a raceme
and the garden two rosebushes,
a St. Joseph in glazed tile
under a springtime sun,
sweet promises of kisses,
and your arms that are waiting for me.
 
A Portuguese home it certainly is,
certainly it is a Portuguese home.
 
A Portuguese home I have
I don't mind if it is humble,
bread and wine and a sincere heart
it is just all I want,
the sweet words of my love,
and the perfume of the roses.
Without deception nor sadness I will live
and a song I'll sing to you, my Portuguese girl.
 
Four very white walls
with honeysuckle and jasmine,
the grape vine has a raceme
and the garden two rosebushes;
a St. Joseph in glazed tile
under a springtime sun,
sweet promises of kisses,
and your arms that for me are waiting.
 
A Portuguese home it certainly is,
certainly it is a Portuguese home.
 
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