Give me your arm, come from there!
Come because I want to sing!
Sing leaning against you
Feel the moolight fall!
Sing leaning against you,
Until the night is over!
See this incarnate* rose
Makes it more appetizing?
We are three in this irate life,
Next to you, I feel proud!
We are three in this irate life,
Me, you and this rose!
I want to feel the pleasure
Of strolling with you side by side,
Next to this woman
That you have now who doesn't sing fado!
Next to this woman
With which you have deceived me!
Then we'll beat it to the gardens,
I adore this irate life
To kiss you outdoors,
And when the night is high, in the quite hour!
Kissing you outdoors,
Then make love behind a closed door!