Esta noite [English translation]

Tonight I will go out on the street

I will not moan over grievances

In my closed room;

What is sulking in my breast

Are aches, and I sadly bring them

Into my mouth in the form of a fado

Tonight I will not hide

Between trembling cold hands

For solitude to fetch me

Get out of my round breast

A sigh and agonies

That I do not want to give me more

Tonight I do not complain

The dim light of the room

In which the grief is accentuated

I put aside what I call

The pain of an ungrateful past

Tonight I go out on the street.