Musical Mondays: Chuva by Mariza


I’m kind of liking this Musical Mondays thing. And I’m liking to use it to showcase some unknown music to most of you, such as portuguese music. 😀

Today I’m showing guys a type of music that I usually don’t like one bit: FADO! Do you know what it is? Well, it’s the most typical form of portuguese music, and a genre that ONLY exists in Portugal. I usually don’t like it, and for sure I don’t like the artist that I’m featuring today, Mariza. She’s probably the best known fadista since Amália Rodrigues, and has a huge success across the world. As I said, I’m not a huge fan, but she does have a couple of songs that I really love, and one of them is this one: Chuva.

As coisas vulgares que há na vida
Não deixam saudades
Só as lembranças que doem
Ou fazem sorrir

Há gente que fica na história
da história da gente
e outras de quem nem o nome
lembramos ouvir

São emoções que dão vida
à saudade que trago
Aquelas que tive contigo
e acabei por perder

Há dias que marcam a alma
e a vida da gente
e aquele em que tu me deixaste
não posso esquecer

A chuva molhava-me o rosto
Gelado e cansado
As ruas que a cidade tinha
Já eu percorrera

Ai… meu choro de moça perdida
gritava à cidade
que o fogo do amor sob chuva
há instantes morrera

A chuva ouviu e calou
meu segredo à cidade
E eis que ela bate no vidro
Trazendo a saudade

Here is the english translation 😉 :

The ordinary things in life
don’t bring us nostalgia
Only the memories that hurt
Or make us smile do

There are people that remain in our story
in the story of our life
and others whose the name
we barely care to listen to again

There are emotions that give life
to the longing that I bring with me
Emotions that I had by your side
and I lost a little ago

There are days that leave traces in our souls
and in our lives
and the day you left me,
I can not forget

The rain wet my
cold and tired face
And all the streets in that city,
I had already passed by

Ah … my crying of lost girl
shouted to the city that
the fire of love in the rain
just now died

The rain listened to my secret
and shared it with the city
And now, rain taps on my windows
bringing the longing back

When it rains, it pours!

Having to work on a Sunday usually sucks – I usually enjoy it – not today! This week I decided that was about time to clean the whole lab, taking advantage of the fact that it was the last week in which I had 2 undergrads. So, we got to work (mostly them) on Thursday, when we clean the lab. Friday was the day to defrost and clean the freezer, which meant several hours of pouring small amounts of hot distilled water into the freezer in full lab gear, squatting in front of the machine, which means that yesterday my legs hurted so much that I could barely move… it sucks!


So after spending most of yesterday barely moving, and finishing the reports I had due, today I couldn’t escape it, I had to come to work to finish an extraction and clean some stuff as well. So I got up, got dressed, got out – beautiful day – and then the bus just wouldn’t come… that’s when I realized that there weren’t going to be any buses until 12pm, because of some stuff in town, so I had to walk the 1.5 km to the train station… no biggie, right?! Usually, there’s no problem, but if you add to the fact that my legs still hurted, to the glorious fact that in that moment it started pouring… It wasn’t freaking OK!


I got to the train, soaked to my bones, got off the train and got more soaked in the 500m it takes to reach my building, so when I got to the department, my pants were soaked almost to the knee and my sweater impossible to keep on.


Then I got to work, never imagining that the rain wouldn’t subside… well, now I’m ready to go home and I can’t. Remember when I said it was pouring before?! It was nothing compared to now, and I have to gain some courage to face the fact that by the time I get home, not an inch of my body will be dry…


Note to self: you should always have your umbrella!

PS: I actually love rain… I just don’t love it so much when I’m unprepared for it…