//At the time given only to Fado
the soul is like a garden//
//where the flowers dance to all sides
in the relentless winds//
Will the poor little things
endure the fury of nature?
Passion is not a straight line
nor the Fado a certainty.
Refrain:// The Fado is like a game
thought up by God inspired,
when he placed us here in this life,
it was to play the Fado//
On the table of sentiments
the heart is like a die
and rolls with the guitars
and shows a number for the Fado.
The one, the two and the three
are faces of the same truth
the four and the five for sure
the game of happiness.
The number six is SAUDADE
0n its behalf I am here
it has opened the doors to my soul
and you can watch it dance.
Refrain: like above