A black belted dress
Long black hair
And a black embroidered shawl
Walking up the avenue at night
Those passing by consider her lost
A woman of vice and sin
Being misunderstood
Insulted and persecuted
Accustomed to being invited
She enters the café cantante
Then in a provocative tone
For those who want to buy it
A guitar trilling
A shadow slowly
Advances to the middle of the room
She begins to sing
And those who wanted to buy it
Sit at the table looking at her
A song old and so deep
That comes from the ends of the earth
Is rushed before an announcement
And all who heard it
In the candlelight seemed
Devoted in prayer
And those who offended her a little
Listened with closed eyes
As if asking her forgiveness
A black belted dress
Long black hair
And a black embroidered shawl
Singing for that table
She gives them the assurance
That they are already forgiven
And in front of her on the table
As if in prayer to a goddess
The fado is heard in silence