See… now I cry as I please
I speak of my longing
In each fado that I sing
Read… in each my past
Is magic that has fado
To give vent to our mourning
My love lost over nothing
Goes into a fado of Lisbon
And I… for whom fado does not laugh
Will weep in any fado
A great love that I lost
See… longing walks with me
If I no longer walk with you
You do not go out of my mind
Read… in the verses that I sing to fado
The yearning for the past
Where you walk is with me.
The fado that my breast intones
Goes with you for Lisbon
And I… for whom fado does not laugh
Will weep in any fado
A great love that I lost.