La maison sur le port [English translation]

There were songs, songs,

The men came to drink and dream

In the house on the port

Where the girls laughed loudly,

Where the wine made them sing, sing, sing.

The fishermen will tell you,

They came to it

Before leaving, pull their nets.

They came to warm up near us

In the house on the harbor.

The shutters have been opened and since

The laughter of the girls is gone.

Under a neon tube,

An official with lorgnons

Is lost in his papers, old papers.

Where are the Flower Curtains

And color lamps

Maria's hair, her bare arms?

Looks like it's all dead and dead

In the house on the harbor.

Yet I came back one night,

I had thought that they sang there as before,

But couples who danced

Were nothing now

That the shadows of the past, of the past.

In vain I searched for this girl that I was,

Who also knew how to sing and love.

I tell you that everything is dead and dead

In the house on the harbor.

It is not on my twenty years that I cry,

Very often with the girls I cried

But we could let

Our songs sleep in peace,

Our songs and our loves, our loves.

I told Maria

And to the girls there:

Let's drink to forget,

... A small marc,

Since our heart is dead and dead

In the house on the harbor.

Since our heart is dead and dead

In the house on the port.

• Artist:Amália Rodrigues