Cristina Branco was born in December, 1972, in Almeirim, Ribatejo, Portugal… Read Full Bio ↴Cristina Branco was born in December, 1972, in Almeirim, Ribatejo, Portugal, where she still lives. Her music is deeply rooted in tradition, yet essentially modern.
She grew up far from the fado houses of Lisbon and nothing suggested that she was predestined for the fado. Like almost all young Portuguese born after the revolution of 1974, she was interested in folk music, jazz, blues, bossa nova but not in fado. She regarded it as a genre for a different generation. This lasted until her 18th birthday, when her grandfather gave her the album Rara e Inédita by Amália Rodrigues. Suddenly, Cristina Branco discovered all the emotions that the genre could offer in the close connections that arose among voice, poetry and music. The amateur singer - then studying communication sciences and still full of her ambition to become a journalist - began to develop her vocal technique and to take her new vocation seriously.
After that, Cristina studied the poems from which major fado lyrics are taken.
Since then, Cristina has worked on her fado repertory, accompanied by Custódio Castelo on guitar and as composer.
Halfway through the nineties, other young musicians also found a new means of expression in the fado and this contributed to a surprising renaissance. Just as they did, Cristina Branco began to make clear choices in which respect for the tradition went hand in hand with the desire for renewal.
There can be no doubt that Cristina Branco is developing her own style from a number of primary components. She employs a traditional group (voice, Portuguese guitar, guitar and bass guitar) and offers us concurrently a light, warm and experienced voice; she mixes the traditional fado with themes and folk songs that are personal favourites and seems always to choose the words of the best Portuguese, or even Dutch poets with discretion.
She grew up far from the fado houses of Lisbon and nothing suggested that she was predestined for the fado. Like almost all young Portuguese born after the revolution of 1974, she was interested in folk music, jazz, blues, bossa nova but not in fado. She regarded it as a genre for a different generation. This lasted until her 18th birthday, when her grandfather gave her the album Rara e Inédita by Amália Rodrigues. Suddenly, Cristina Branco discovered all the emotions that the genre could offer in the close connections that arose among voice, poetry and music. The amateur singer - then studying communication sciences and still full of her ambition to become a journalist - began to develop her vocal technique and to take her new vocation seriously.
After that, Cristina studied the poems from which major fado lyrics are taken.
Since then, Cristina has worked on her fado repertory, accompanied by Custódio Castelo on guitar and as composer.
Halfway through the nineties, other young musicians also found a new means of expression in the fado and this contributed to a surprising renaissance. Just as they did, Cristina Branco began to make clear choices in which respect for the tradition went hand in hand with the desire for renewal.
There can be no doubt that Cristina Branco is developing her own style from a number of primary components. She employs a traditional group (voice, Portuguese guitar, guitar and bass guitar) and offers us concurrently a light, warm and experienced voice; she mixes the traditional fado with themes and folk songs that are personal favourites and seems always to choose the words of the best Portuguese, or even Dutch poets with discretion.
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Cristina Branco Lyrics
Abalara Abalara cedo, sem certezas Com o olhar sem fundo, turvo até…
Abandono Por teu livre pensamento Foram-te longe encerrar Tão longe…
Ai Vida Porque é longa a minha sede Trago a alma insaciada Uma voz…
As Certezas do Meu Mais Brilhante Amor As certezas do meu mais brilhante amor Vou acender, que ama…
Aspiração Amanhã há-de raiar a liberdade, Esperamos nós cada dia que …
Ausente (jorge Fernando/custódio Castelo Adeus oh minha gente Vou fa…
Fado das Sedes (Maria Duarte / Custódio Castelo) Há muito que tenho sede…
Fado Perdição Este amor não é um rio Tem a vastidão do mar A…
Fim Nem pássaros, nem astros, nem veleiros São tão belos dentro …
Há Palavras Que Nos Beijam Há palavras que nos beijam Como se tivessem boca, Palavras…
Lírios Não me dês rosas Se te peço lírios O aroma do lírio…
Lisboa de paixoes Lisboa Terra de todos e ninguйm. A que Deus deu o encanto. A…
Mágoa Bólam leves, desatentos Meus pensamentos de mágoa Como no …
Manto de Açucenas Cristina Branco Manto de açucenas Pousando levemente no an…
Murmúrios Ó murmúrios do silêncio Não vos consigo entender Sois ecos…
Não Oiças a Minha Voz O vento gritava á noite... Vai-te embora, que loucura! Poi…
Palavras Proibidas Levou-te a noite e partiu Em duas, uma palavra; Ficam semp…
Pombas Brancas Pombas brancas Que voam altas Riscando as sombras Das nuv…
Post-Scriptum Afasto de ti, com raiva surda O corpo, as mãos, o…
Primavera Todo o amor que nos prendera Como se fôra de cera Se…
Quisera Lavar o Pensamento Sou feita de temor e ansiedade Em tudo vejo aquilo que…
Saudade Tenho tantas recorda��es como Folhas tremendo nos ramos, Can…
Sem Abrir Caminhos Despi-me de lamentos, de vaidades Onde julguei haver eterni…
Toada em Realejo A tristeza poisa em mim Como folha em parapeito Desliza pe…