Sou do fado
Como sei
I live a sung poem
Of a fado that I invented.

A falar
Não posso dar-me
but I pour my soul into singing
and souls know how to listen to me.

Weep, weep,
poets of my country,
trunks of the same root
of life that has joined us together.

And if you all
weren’t at my side,
then there would be no fado,
or fadistas like me.

This most
afflicted voice
is all your fault,
poets of my life.

It’s madness,
I hear you say,
but blessed be this madness
of singing and suffering.

Weep, weep,
Poets of my country,
trunks of the same root
of life that has joined us together.

And if you
weren’t at my side,
then there would be no fado,
or fadistas like me.

Ah, the souls of poets,
no one understands them;
They’re the souls of violets,
who are poets, too.

They wander lost through life,
like stars in the air;
they feel the wind groan,
they hear the roses weep!

Only those who wrap up
Bitter and secret pains in their heart,
Can understand poets
On moonlit nights.

E eu que arrasto amarguras
Que nunca arrastou ninguém,
Tenho alma pra sentir
A dos poetas também!

The common things in life
leave no nostalgia,
only the memories that hurt
or make you smile.

There are people que fica na história
Da história da gente
And others nem o nome
Lembramos ouvir

São emoções que dão vida
À saudade que trago,
The ones that I had with you
and ended up losing.

There are days that leave a mark
On people’s lives and souls,
And the day that you left me is one
That I can’t forget.

The rain wet
my frozen and tired face,
As ruas que a cidade tinha
Já eu percorrera

Oh, meu choro de lost girl
I shouted at the city,
the fire of love in the rain
Há instantes morrera

The rain heard and hid
My secret from the city
E eis que ela bate no vidro
Trazendo a saudade

She’s a fishwife, wears pashmina,
She moves like a cat.

A jellyfish in her basket,
A frigate in her heart.
A jellyfish in her basket,
A frigate in her heart.

Seagulls come to perch on her shawl,
Instead of crows.

When the wind takes her to dance,
She dances her dance with the sea.
When the wind takes her to dance,
She dances her dance with the sea.

Her dress is made of shells,
She has seaweed in her hair.

And in her veins, the cry
Of a fishing boat’s engine.
And in her veins, the cry
Of a fishing boat’s engine.

She sells sleep and sea spray,
She heralds storms,
Her first name - Maria,
Her surname - Lisbon,
Her first name - Maria,
Her surname - Lisbon.

This fado’s yours and mine,
The fate that binds us
Por mais que seja negado
the cords of a guitar.

Sempre que se ouve um gemido
of a guitar when it sings,
Fica-se logo lost
with an urge to cry.

Oh, people of my land,
now I understand
this sadness that I carry within me
was one I received from you.

E pareceria ternura
Se me deixasse embalar,
My bitterness would be greater
and my singing, less sad.

Oh, people of my land,
Agora é que eu percebi
Esta tristeza que trago
Foi de vós que a recebi

Ó gente da minha terra
Agora é que eu percebi
Esta tristeza que trago
Esta tristeza que trago
Foi de vós que a recebi

If my closed soul
could be laid bare,
and what I suffer in silence
could be told,
everyone would see
how miserable I am,
how I feign happiness,
how I weep when I sing...
May God forgive me
if it’s a crime or a sin
but that’s how I am,
and in fleeing to fado,
I was fleeing from myself.
I cry out in song
and nothing hurts me,
Then if it’s a sin
to love fado,
may God forgive me.
When I sing, I don’t think
about how bad life is,
I don’t even belong to myself,
Nem o mal se me dá.
Chego a querer a verdade
E a sonhar - sonho imenso -
All is happiness
And sadness has gone.

There’s a party in Mouraria,
it’s the day of the procession
of the Lady of Health.
Even Rosa Maria,
from Rua do Capelão,
seems virtuous.
Fine quilts in the windows,
Loose petals on the ground,
Pious souls, rough people.
Anda a fé through the alleys,
It’s the day of the procession
Of the Lady of Health.
After a short rumor,
Profundo silêncio pesa,
Por sobre o Largo da Guia.
Passa a Virgem no andor,
Everyone kneels and prays,
Even Rosa Maria.
As if turned to stone,
In fervent prayer,
Her attitude is such,
That the defoliated rose,
Da Rua do Capelão,
Seems virtuous.

Minha terra d'água, ao cair da mágoa
Aconteça estarmos sós
E a minh'alma faz-se voz
P'ra contar que as penas
Das águas serenas que o teu fado quis
My country.

My pátria d'água, os meus olhos afago
A quem mil noites te sonhei
And in a thousand fados, I sang to you
My land of water,
Ao cair da mágoa, por ti, sou feliz
My country.

My land of water, ao cair da mágoa
Aconteça estarmos sós
E a minh'alma faz-se voz
P'ra contar que as penas
Das águas serenas que o teu fado quis
My country.

Listen here, Mr. Wine,
Vai responder-me, mas com franqueza
Porque é que tira toda a firmeza
From anyone in your way?

After drinking one too many glasses,
Even mild-mannered people,
Amigo vinho, em desalinho
Your lordship makes them crawl!

É mau procedimento
E há intenção naquilo que faz
Entra-se em desequilíbrio
Não há equilíbrio que seja capaz

The laws of physics fail
E a vertical in any place
Oscila sem se deter
E deixa de ser perpendicular

Eu já fui, the wine replies
The loose leaf dancing in the wind
I was a ray of sun in the firmament
That brought the grape, doce carinho

I still preserve the sun’s heat
And thus even give life
Aumento o valor seja de quem for
Na boa conta, weight and measure.

E só faço mal a quem
Me julga ninguém
and underestimates me,
Whoever treats me like water,
É ofensa, pay for it!
That’s the way I am.

Your Lordship is right
and it is ungrateful
to speak ill of wine
And to prove what I say,
come on, my friend,
let’s have another glass!

I close my eyes and sing
And I sing just for you
I pour out my voice and the pranto
That sings to you the I way I do,
Is for you and you alone.
I pour out my voice and … pranto
That sings to you the I way I do,
Is for you and you alone.

Dou à guitarra e ao xaile
Caminhos de Santiago
The dust blinds me in this valley,
Just to spite me, the wind
Lights fires that I have to put out,
The dust blinds me in this valley
Just to spite me, the wind
Lights fires that I have to put out.

Há tanta melodia, tanta
That the wind brings us feelings,
Sinfonias que me encantam
Parece às vezes que cantam
Fados of forbidden love.
Sinfonias que me encantam
Parece às vezes que cantam
Fados of forbidden love.

Eu trago a estrada da vida
Guardada in my hand
Que pensa perder-se na ida
Com medo de não ter partida
Within my heart.
Que pensa perder-se na ida
Com medo de não ter partida
within my heart.

Hopefully,
my fado won’t sadden you
Meu astro signo real
Nasceste ao mar acostado
in the far west.

You lit up the sky
with your golden light
Espada que outrora ergueste
and which, today, is almost nothing,
mystical, golden light.

Hopefully,
my fado won’t sadden you,
My real star sign,
Nasceste ao mar acostado
In the far west.

Devolve o meu anseio
Canto-te a flor da voz
Your whole destiny
And hopefully...

My fado won’t sadden you
My real star sign
Dormindo ao mar acostado
Acorda Portugal

They’re crazy! They’re crazy! Crazy.

I know, my love,
that you haven’t left,
because everything around me
tells me you’re always with me.
I know, my love,
that you haven’t left,
because everything around me
tells me you’re always with me.

De manhã, que medo, que me achasses feia!
I woke up, trembling, lying on the sand
But then your eyes said that you hadn’t [gone]
And the sun flooded into my heart.
But then your eyes said that you hadn’t [gone]
And the sun flooded into my heart.

Vi depois, numa rocha, a cross
And your black boat was dancing in the light,
I saw your arm signalling, amidst the loosened sails.
The old women of the beach say you’re not coming back.

They’re crazy! Crazy.

I know, my love,
That you haven’t left,
Because everything around me
Tells me you’re always with me.
I know, my love,
That you haven’t left,
Because everything around me
Tells me you’re always with me.

In the wind that scatters sand against the glass,
In the singing water, in the dying fire,
In the heat of the bed, on the empty benches,
In my heart, you’re always with me,
In the heat of the bed, on the empty benches,
In my heart, you’re always with me.

Eu sei, meu amor
Que nem chegaste a partir
Pois tudo em meu redor
Me diz que estás sempre comigo
Eu sei, meu amor
Que nem chegaste a partir
Pois tudo em meu redor
Me diz que estás sempre comigo