Слова песни "No Teu Poema" Dulce Pontes

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In your poem / there is a verse that is blank and without measure/ a body that breathes, an open sky / a window leaned to the life / In your poem / there is the silent pain deep down / the step of the courage in a dark house / and an open porch to the world / There is the night, the laughter and the redone voice in the light of day / the party of the Lady of Agony and the fatigue / of the body that falls asleep in a cold bed /

There is a river, the fate of those who born weak or strong / the risk, the anger and the struggle of those who falls or those who desist / those who win or those who fall asleep before the death / In your poem / there is the yell and the echo of the shrapnel / the pain I know by heart, but I don't recite / and the restless sleep of those who fail / In your poem / there is a plainchant from Alentejo / the street and the preaching of a "fishwife" and a boat blown the whole rag /

There is a river / the corner in united voices, certain voices / a song of only one lyric and only one destiny to embark / in the wharf of the new fleet of the Discoveries / There is a river, the fate of those who born weak or strong / the risk, the anger and the struggle of those who falls or those who desist / those who win or those who fall asleep before the death /

In your poem / there is the lit hope behind the wall / there is everything else that still is outside my knowledge / and a blank verse waiting for the future.

In your poem
There is a blank verse and without measure
A body that breaths, an open sky
A window leaning towards life
Your poem
Exists and hurts quietly there in the depths
A courages step into a dark house
A veranda opened to the world

Exists a night
A smile and a remade voice in the daylight
The feast of the Lady of Agony and the fatigue
Of a body falling asleep in a cold bed
Exists a river
The fate of those born weak or strong
The risk the rage and the fight
Of one who falls or that resists
That defeats or falls asleep before death

In your poem
Exists the drill and the echo of shrapnel
A pain I know by heart but will not recite
And the restless dreams of those who fail
In your poem
Exists one Alentejano chant
A street and the shout of a fishwife
A boat with an all-out blown cloth

Exists a river
Singing with voices together, sure voices
A one letter song embarking in only one destiny
At the pier the new ship of discoveries
Exists a river
The fate of those born weak or strong
The risk the rage the fight
Of one who falls or that resists
That defeats or falls asleep
Before death

In your poem
Exists the burning hope behind the wall
Exists all and much more that eludes me
It is a blank verse awaiting
The future