Prachtige tekst. De tekst is een vertaling van het lied ‘À Janela’ van Fernando Lameirinhas (album o Destino).
At the Window
At the window, my mother at the window,
She looks so sad,
As always, lately.
An alley, leaning out of the window,
Watching her world go by,
Down the street in front.
And if she, with her tired eyes,
Sees me arriving on the other side,
She is pleased and smiles at me.
Because, biding her time, waiting for time to go by,
Between four walls within
a sad, lonely, sad space.. at the window.
At the window, sometimes I sit with her,
And she loves to tell me
Things about her and other people.
Like her, behind a window,
With the morning coffee,
Waiting for night to arrive.
Not only for her, but for everyone like her,
Who await friendship in their loneliness,
As time goes by.
And when I grow old,
At my window,
I will remember my mother.
At the window, for all of us awaits a window.
The loneliness of a window,