Pedro Abrunhosa
Miscellaneous
Boat to Afurada
Takes men, poets
And enchanted people,
They exchange kisses, piropos
Pieces of nothing.
br/>On the bank they wait
The rush of the day,
They are trapped on land
Empty lives.
Soldiers, lovers,
And distant old men pass by
>And happy madmen,
Girls with sharp lips
And provocative looks
They seduce chains.
Tear the silence of the road
Rio dawn,
Dâ gold, ivory.
The Boat to Afurada
Tired city
So far from me.
Discreet, select priests pray
And restless loves
Sail the river,
Women with a tired future
Murm a fado,
Deceive the cold.
Under the shadow of the bridge,
Which is the shadow of world,
Each wave is a song
Of a profound day,
And the pilot leads
More than the people he carries,
These are dreams that are
Anchored to land.
Chorus
Waltzes are played
And pants rub
Between two dance steps a,
Loves awaken,
Pains are forgotten
That burning desire does not tire.
And the sea is released
Towing the bells,
It's the men that the boat
Makes boys again,
And they wake up poems
Free in their voice,
They just discover
That they don't they are alone.
Chorus
...Boat that I carry in my chest,
My dream shattered,
Wait for me.
Pedro Abrunhosa - Voice.
Arnaldo Fonseca - Accordion.

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