Then Aldina was invited to sing nightly in a Fado venue; it was as if she had passed a tough entrance exam into a Fado school. She respected and maintained the rituals she had always found distinctive and beautiful about Fado: a black shawl, a black dress, silence, diffuse lighting. Everything she had ever loved about Fado. Her success led to invitations to sing in other Fado venues, to guest in concerts. One day she was invited to sing abroad, in the Piccolo Teatro of Milan; to sing Fado in a play about poet Fernando Pessoa, written by novelist and essayist Antonio Tabucchi and directed by lead actor Giancarlo Dettori, director Lamberto Puggelli and the Master, Giorgio Strehler. The experience helped shape what was to become her attitude towards Fado, leading her to be more careful about what she sang, and how she sang it. Besides singing professionally at the Senhor Vinho venue, Aldina has worked in the the Portuguese Cinemathèque - Cinema Museum and is currently a researcher at EMI Music Portugal where she is organizing the company's immense archives of Portuguese music - much of which is made up of Fado recordings. Beginning 2004, Aldina Duarte released her debut album “Apenas o Amor”. Since then she has been performing concerts in Portugal, Spain, France, Morocco, Italy, Belgium, Austria and The Netherlands. “Apenas o Amor” since its release has been referred as one of the best albums of 2004 by the Portuguese press. Her second cd "Crua" was released in January of 2006.The album was produced by João Monge who was also responsible for writing the lyrics... And now, 2008, the third album "Mulheres ao Espelho"...
Nada Mais Na Noite
Aldina Duarte Lyrics
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Como sem se entrega à vida, entre as mãos que o vento enlaça
No desenho desse andar, há um quê d'amor perdido
Uma história por contar, dum desejo proíbido
Já sentada à sua porta, ergue os olhos para o céu
Com a saia não se importa, porque a lua se acendeu
Por encanto ou fantasia, acordei pela noite fora
Numa sombra recortada, pelo chão vazio e duro
Voa a saia amarrotada, de cetim em rosa escuro
Entre o sonho e a realidade, um minuto sorridente
Tem o espaço da verdade, em que a vida se desmente
The lyrics of this song paint a picture of a woman walking down a road, seemingly lost in thought and holding onto her billowing skirt. The way she walks suggests a certain sadness in her heart, a love lost that she cannot seem to forget. The lyrics hint at a forbidden desire, a longing that cannot be fulfilled.
As she sits outside her door, she looks up at the moon and seems not to care about her skirt. The singer then shares her own experience of waking up in the night, caught between reality and imagination, and feeling as though her dreams are slipping away. The final verse describes a dark, empty road where the woman's crumpled, dark pink skirt flies in the wind. Amidst a moment of happiness and joy, the truth of the woman's life is revealed as a lie.
Line by Line Meaning
Segue a estrada distraída, presa à saia que esvoaça
She walks down the road absentmindedly, holding onto her fluttering skirt
Como sem se entrega à vida, entre as mãos que o vento enlaça
It's as if she's not fully living, held by the hands of the wind
No desenho desse andar, há um quê d'amor perdido
In her steps, there's a hint of lost love
Uma história por contar, dum desejo proíbido
There's a tale untold, of a forbidden desire
Já sentada à sua porta, ergue os olhos para o céu
Now seated at her door, she looks up to the sky
Com a saia não se importa, porque a lua se acendeu
Not caring about her skirt, she's distracted by the glowing moon
Por encanto ou fantasia, acordei pela noite fora
Lost in enchantment or fantasy, I was awake all night
Nada mais na noite havia, que o meu sonho a ir-se embora
Nothing else existed in the night, but my dream slipping away
Numa sombra recortada, pelo chão vazio e duro
In a shadow cut by the empty, hard ground
Voa a saia amarrotada, de cetim em rosa escuro
Her wrinkled, dark pink satin skirt flutters and flies
Entre o sonho e a realidade, um minuto sorridente
Between dream and reality, there's a fleeting moment of happiness
Tem o espaço da verdade, em que a vida se desmente
It holds the space of truth, where life denies itself
Contributed by Connor S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.