Portuguese Ethnic\Folk Music

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Roda & Vira da Barca, Festa de Nossa Senhora da Lapa, Arcos de Valdevez

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Roda & Vira da Barca, Festa de Nossa Senhora da Lapa, Arcos de Valdevez

Boas tardes guapa, que tal estás

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Toka & Dança - Vira para cá e Para Lá

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Diabo a Sete - Abaladiça



* Not entirely traditional but can be included in ethnic / neofolk

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Brigada Victor Jara / São Gonçalo de Amarante

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Brigada Victor Jara / São Gonçalo de Amarante

Female students from the Universidade de Coimbra playing this traditional song in the Coimbra Old Cathedral sidedoor steps.

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Ó moça! É folclore é o disco de estreia de O Marta, o mais recente projecto de Guilherme Marta, que promove uma abordagem contemporânea à música tradicional portuguesa.

Neste disco, encontrou na tradição um reflexo da sua essência enquanto músico e cantor, que lhe permitiu criar uma mistura sonora de ritmos típicos de Portugal com harmonias vocais polifónicas que relembram os cantares portugueses sempre unidos numa base bem trabalhada de indie-rock.

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My own translation and original lyrics:

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/ningu...-owns-sea.html


Nobody Owns the Sea

If one day I don't come back
draw my name on the floor
ask for a wish to the waves of the sea
and keep it in your hand

Whenever the night comes
when there is no moonlight
give the wish to any wave
and ask it for me to come back

I bring the fate of the waters
in the waiting of the rocks
they say that it's time that erases the sorrows
who is it that erases the fears?

The sea belongs to no one
nobody owns the sea
not even those who know how to sail it
(x2)

And if later I come
it was because the sea listened to you
let the smiles run across the beach
that the storm is over

What are we to do
if the luck is decided
the hands that have us held to death
are of those who hold us to life

I bring a coral of anxieties
for wanting to know you lying down
greater than the pain that comes in the storms
is the one of waiting for the arrival

The sea belongs to no one
nobody owns the sea
not even those who know how to sail it
(x2)

I go soothed by the wind
I walk without a schedule
on the boat there is a lament
that not even I know where it comes from

Prayers have been going though the beach
waiting for the arrival
fate is made gray
whenever the boat doesn't come
and no one... and no one...

The sea belongs to no one
nobody owns the sea
not even those who know how to sail it
(x3)

row, row, row...
(pull the net)
(half astern)
(the net)
(to pull the net)