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.
Na rua do silêncio
Cristina Branco Lyrics
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É tudo mais ausente
Até a voz, o luar
E até a vida é pranto
Não há juras de amor
Não há quem nos lamente
E o sol quando lá vai
Não há juras de amor
Não há quem nos lamente
E o sol quando lá vai
É para deitar quebranto
Na rua do silêncio
O fado é mais sombrio
E as sombras de uma flor
Não cabem lá também
A rua tem um destino
E o seu destino frio
Não tem sentido algum
Não passa lá ninguém
A rua tem um destino
E o seu destino frio
Não tem sentido algum
Não passa lá ninguém
Na rua do silêncio
As portas tão fechadas
E até o sonho cai
Sem fé e sem ternura
Na rua do silêncio
Há lágrimas cansadas
Na rua do silêncio
, tudo é negrura
"Cristina Branco's song Na rua do silêncio speaks about a place where everything is absent and even life is a cry. In this silence street, love vows are not heard and nobody mourns for us. The moonlight and the voice vanish, and the sun leaves with sorrow. The fate of this street is cold, and it does not make sense. No one ever crosses this street, and it is filled with tired tears. The shadows of a flower cannot even fit here too. Every door is closed, and even the dream falls without faith and love.
This song portrays a sense of loss, pain, and loneliness. The melody is heavy, and it matches the lyrics depicting a street that is lifeless and mirthless. The imagery created is vivid enough to let the listener feel the absence of everything around this street. The use of a guitar in the background further amplifies the heavy and somber vibe of the song. Cristina Branco's voice is sorrowful, and it expresses the emotion of despair faced by people around this street.
Line by Line Meaning
Na rua do silêncio
In the street of silence
É tudo mais ausente
Everything is more absent
Até a voz, o luar
Even the voice, the moonlight
E até a vida é pranto
And even life is weeping
Não há juras de amor
There are no vows of love
Não há quem nos lamente
There is no one to mourn for us
E o sol quando lá vai
And when the sun goes away
É pra deitar quebranto
We lay down in sorrow
Na rua do silêncio
In the street of silence
O fado é mais sombrio
Fado is even more gloomy
E as sombras de uma flor
And even the shadows of a flower
Não cabem lá também
Do not fit there either
A rua tem um destino
The street has a destiny
E o seu destino frio
And its destiny is cold
Não tem sentido algum
It makes no sense
Não passa lá ninguém
No one goes there
Na rua do silêncio
In the street of silence
As portas tão fechadas
The doors are closed
E até o sonho cai
And even the dream falls
Sem fé e sem ternura
Without faith and without tenderness
Na rua do silêncio
In the street of silence
Há lágrimas cansadas
There are tired tears
Contributed by Bella M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Fado, lindo. Voz maravilhosa dessa bela cantora. Parabéns pela postagem.
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