Uma Casa PortuguesaA Portuguese house is / bread and wine on the table.When to the door comes someone humbly, all are invited to sit at the table. It is this weakness / that the people never denies. The joy of this poverty is wealth to give, and be happy. Four whitewashed walls, / a taste of rosemary, a bunch of grapes, / two roses in a garden, a St. Joseph tile / under the sun in spring, a promise of kisses two arms waiting for me ... It is a Portuguese house, for sure! It is certainly a Portuguese house! Poor in the comfort of my home, / there is plenty of affection. The curtain of the window and the moon, / the sun more like her ... Very little, little bit of cheer / a simple life ... It's only love, bread and wine and caldo verde, whiting in a steaming bowl. Four whitewashed walls, / a taste of rosemary, a bunch of grapes, / two roses in a garden, a St. Joseph tile / under the sun in spring, a promise of kisses two arms waiting for me .. . It is a Portuguese house, for sure! It is certainly a Portuguese house! |