PRELUDE There are no flowers On the sacred altar The incense, smoke and flavors Merely blend in the air! JANUARY, NIGHT, FULL MOON Paulo Bragança In that town It’s festival night! It is a FULL MOON! I wish I had a loved one there An enchanting story... Oh my God, strange Fado Wandering here on the hilltop January, night, full moon Who adores me, who hates me? Your eyes-my longing I was just thinking you weren’t coming... January, night, full moon: Forbidden smoke burning in the air! Your eyes-gentle fire I smoke for you and go on waiting... Clear daybreak Rising sun Night dissipates I’m missing your eyes-simple magic Had I been your lover, and it were already daytime been your lover, and it were already daytime! Who adores me? Who hates me? FAREWELL Pedro Ayres de Magalhães To love Is to have a flower on your breast And I want to have A garden on my chest I’m leaving, in search of my great love Man, take your mandolin Man, take your mandolin To leave The whim of a heart Which must always Be in love I’m leaving In a boat full of ambition Man, beware Man, beware White sail, oh white sail I’m going to sail with you White sail, oh white sail Faraway beyond the sea Farewell my beautiful country Farewell my beloved home Farewell beloved Tagus Until I return Mother, The kiss you gave me yesterday Did not soothe The longing I feel Father, Yesterday’s hug Did not fade Neither did our friendship SORROW'S CHILD Nick Cave Sorrow’s child sits by the river Sorrow’s child hears not water And just when it seems as though You’ve go the strength enough to stand Sorrow’s child Sorrow’s child, all weak and strange Stands waiting at your hand Sorrow’s child steps by the river Sorrow’s child, you follow after Sorrow’s child wades in deeper Sorrow’s child invites you under And just when you thought as though All your tears were wept and done Sorrow’s child Sorrow’s child grieves not what has passed But all the past still yet to come Sorrow’s child steps in the water Sorrow’s child, your arms enfold her Sorrow’s child, you’re loath to befriend her Sorrow’s child But in sorrow surrender And just when it seems as though All your tears were at an end VOX POPULIS traditional The Flock Walking through the mountain range Ahead of my flock Resounding my pail Cuffing the sleeves of my coat I saw a wolf appear More black than brown She took a lamb from me The best of my flock The Pingacho To dance the Pingacho At the fairgrounds Ben, la, lu Ben, la, lu twinkling Ben, la, lu I love you a little Ben, la, lu Danced to one side And then to the other And to the front And to the back Now I love you sweetheart! Lullaby With a lullaby the child goes to sleep With a lullaby he gets sleepy Ah, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby Tomorrow I will go to the mill If you love me, meet me on the road Ah, lullaby But not now INTERLUDE Paulo Pinho The Portuguese? Me, the sea and a great rock THE LIGHTHOUSE (of Cruz de Sal) Paulo Bragança My soul’s in a lighthouse My eye’s fixed upon the sea And beyond on the sun Is your gaze Bitter taste of salt Bitter, white, lethal And beyond on the sun Is our gaze My soul is a banner Anxious to find you And beyond on the sun Is your gaze There goes another great love Here comes another storm The pain remains On this cross of salt I am a broken line A parted diamond Forgotten on the ocean... Will I be a cross nailed On a salty cliff Tied to the wind? THE SPIRIT OF THE FLESH Paulo Bragança Your body Desirable sculpture of flesh Which arouses my passion And negates reason and suicide Your body Ethereal material of blood A grain of scarlet foam By love devoured Exhausted Your body Alpha of my total existence Immaculate ivory Christ Omega of the Absolute Being Sensual HERO’S FADO parts 1 & 2 Paulo Bragança I don’t know which sea we take You and I, sea lovers, gypsies We sleep in sweat With our hands bound And the pain locked In the mouths that tremble Closed A flag with a cross And at the rudder, two heroic arms Of the ocean, winged vessel Blind hymns of the ocean Lighthouses Wandering nation White and brave Blue specter Faith does not fly Star-luck Bad omen Hear the cry The prow rises Have no fear Oh, boy of rock Woe is me! Woe is us! Struggle, delusion Weeping and sighing Ship gone mad Without a wharf Cruel deception Oh, gypsy ocean... SIN I Paulo Bragança Without a doubt it’s a sin they say For me to love in this singular way These are disturbed thoughts I say About my healthy restlessness! It’s poison, it’s poison they say The love I surrender to is immoral It’s crystal clear poison I say Forever, what suffices at last! Let the other world have its say He who speaks too much has only ill things to say! SIN II Paulo Bragança Sin reigns in me! Fleetingly it trespasses my soul! Feel no pity for me! Inside...reigns only calm But who are you messenger? Do you want to get to know me? Do you want the naked truth from me? Oh, no! You’re out of luck, you vile being! Oh, poor sin! I’m going to have a good laugh When you wantonly Come to strike at me Will I feel guilty Without even having come to know you? FATIGUE Luis Macedo Who is behind the mirror Eyes fixed on mine? Someone who passed by here And followed their whim Leaving their eyes on mine Who sleeps in my bed And tries to dream my dreams? Someone died on this bed And calls me from far away Mixed up in my dreams All that I do or don’t do Others did the same Thus my fatigue In feeling that all I do Is not done only by me EPILOGUE Paulo Bragança Exaggeration is the devotion Of those condemned To love! Love...!

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