NAPA - Deslocado (Live Version with Choir and Chordophones) | Portugal 🇵🇹 | #EurovisionALBM
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In this video, NAPA from Portugal perform Deslocado (Live Version with Choir and Chordophones). #EurovisionALBM
NAPA:
Guilherme Gomes: voice and guitar
Lourenço Gomes: voice and keyboards
Francisco Sousa: electric guitar
Diogo Góis: bass
João Rodrigues: drums
Guests:
André Santos: string arrangement, wire guitar, electric guitar
Bruno Ponte, Graciano Caldeira, Gustavo Paixão: braguinha guitars
Bernardo Rodrigues: percussion
Margarida Campelo: voice arrangement
Beatriz Pessoa, Elisa Silva, Juliana Anjo, Margarida Campelo: choir
Director: Paulo dos Passos
Camera: Daniel Mota, Francesco Cerruti, Miguel Pimenta, Paulo dos Passos
Sound: Catarina Ouro, José Miguel Antunes, Ricardo Correia
Sound mix and master: Pedro Borges
Visual Arts: Márcio Gonçalves
Props: Andreia Adrião
Make-up: Filipa Guerra
Hair styling: Henrique Duarte
Styling: Lisa Spínola
Management: Filipe Collaço, Inês Morgi
Social Media: Ana Marta Ferreira
Production: Carla Bugalho, Maria Ferreira
~~~ Lyrics ~~~
Conto os dias para mim
Com a mala arrumada
Já quase não cabia a saudade acumulada
Do azul vejo o jardim
Mesmo por trás da asa
Mãe olha à janela que eu tou a chegar a casa
Que eu tou a chegar a casa
Que eu tou a chegar a casa
Que eu tou a chegar a casa
Por mais que possa parecer
Eu nunca vou pertencer àquela cidade
O mar de gente, o sol diferente
O monte de betão não me provoca nada
Não me convoca casa
Porque eu
Vim de longe
Eu vim do meio do mar, no coração
Do oceano eu tenho a vida inteira
O meu caminho eu faço a pensar em regressar
À minha casa, ilha, paz, Madeira
Se eu te explicar palavra a palavra
Nunca vais entender a dor que me cala
A solidão que assombra a hora da partida
Carrego o sossego de poder voltar
Mãe olha à janela que eu tou a chegar
Por mais que possa parecer
Eu nunca vou pertencer àquela cidade
O mar de gente, o sol diferente
O monte de betão não me provoca nada
Não me convoooooo
O mar de gente, o sol diferente
O monte de betão não me provoca nada
Não me convoca casa
~~~ Lyrics in English ~~~
I'm counting down the days
With my suitcase packed
All my built-up saudade could hardly fit
I can see the garden from the blue
Just behind the wing
Mom, look out the window, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
No matter how it may seem
I'll never belong to that city
The sea of people, the different sun
The concrete hills don’t stir anything in me
They don’t feel like home
Because I
I came from far away
I came from the middle of the sea, in the heart
Of the ocean I have my whole life
I make my way thinking of returning
To my home, island, peace, Madeira
If I explain it to you word by word
You'll never understand the pain that silences me
The loneliness that haunts the moment of departure
I take solace in being able to return
Mom, look out the window, I'm coming
No matter how it may seem
I'll never belong to that city
The sea of people, the different sun
The concrete hills don’t stir anything in me
They don’t feel like hoooooome
The sea of people, the different sun
The concrete hills don’t stir anything in me
They don’t feel like home
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
#NAPA #Deslocado #Portugal
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It's time for Eurovision... A Little Bit More - with exclusive performances, remixes and cover songs from the artists of the Eurovision Song Contest 2025.
In this video, NAPA from Portugal perform Deslocado (Live Version with Choir and Chordophones). #EurovisionALBM
NAPA:
Guilherme Gomes: voice and guitar
Lourenço Gomes: voice and keyboards
Francisco Sousa: electric guitar
Diogo Góis: bass
João Rodrigues: drums
Guests:
André Santos: string arrangement, wire guitar, electric guitar
Bruno Ponte, Graciano Caldeira, Gustavo Paixão: braguinha guitars
Bernardo Rodrigues: percussion
Margarida Campelo: voice arrangement
Beatriz Pessoa, Elisa Silva, Juliana Anjo, Margarida Campelo: choir
Director: Paulo dos Passos
Camera: Daniel Mota, Francesco Cerruti, Miguel Pimenta, Paulo dos Passos
Sound: Catarina Ouro, José Miguel Antunes, Ricardo Correia
Sound mix and master: Pedro Borges
Visual Arts: Márcio Gonçalves
Props: Andreia Adrião
Make-up: Filipa Guerra
Hair styling: Henrique Duarte
Styling: Lisa Spínola
Management: Filipe Collaço, Inês Morgi
Social Media: Ana Marta Ferreira
Production: Carla Bugalho, Maria Ferreira
~~~ Lyrics ~~~
Conto os dias para mim
Com a mala arrumada
Já quase não cabia a saudade acumulada
Do azul vejo o jardim
Mesmo por trás da asa
Mãe olha à janela que eu tou a chegar a casa
Que eu tou a chegar a casa
Que eu tou a chegar a casa
Que eu tou a chegar a casa
Por mais que possa parecer
Eu nunca vou pertencer àquela cidade
O mar de gente, o sol diferente
O monte de betão não me provoca nada
Não me convoca casa
Porque eu
Vim de longe
Eu vim do meio do mar, no coração
Do oceano eu tenho a vida inteira
O meu caminho eu faço a pensar em regressar
À minha casa, ilha, paz, Madeira
Se eu te explicar palavra a palavra
Nunca vais entender a dor que me cala
A solidão que assombra a hora da partida
Carrego o sossego de poder voltar
Mãe olha à janela que eu tou a chegar
Por mais que possa parecer
Eu nunca vou pertencer àquela cidade
O mar de gente, o sol diferente
O monte de betão não me provoca nada
Não me convoooooo
O mar de gente, o sol diferente
O monte de betão não me provoca nada
Não me convoca casa
~~~ Lyrics in English ~~~
I'm counting down the days
With my suitcase packed
All my built-up saudade could hardly fit
I can see the garden from the blue
Just behind the wing
Mom, look out the window, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
No matter how it may seem
I'll never belong to that city
The sea of people, the different sun
The concrete hills don’t stir anything in me
They don’t feel like home
Because I
I came from far away
I came from the middle of the sea, in the heart
Of the ocean I have my whole life
I make my way thinking of returning
To my home, island, peace, Madeira
If I explain it to you word by word
You'll never understand the pain that silences me
The loneliness that haunts the moment of departure
I take solace in being able to return
Mom, look out the window, I'm coming
No matter how it may seem
I'll never belong to that city
The sea of people, the different sun
The concrete hills don’t stir anything in me
They don’t feel like hoooooome
The sea of people, the different sun
The concrete hills don’t stir anything in me
They don’t feel like home
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
#NAPA #Deslocado #Portugal
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#Eurovision2025 – May 13, 15 & 17 - See you in Basel! 🇨🇭
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