Fado da tristeza alegre [English translation]

Forget these hands,

These lips and fingers and arms;

Who is the owner of that voice that touches me?

To who do these steps belong?

Who is the owner of these gestures

Drying up on the clothesline from another moon?

These clothes that together,

We're both wearing, yet they make you feel more naked?

Who is the owner of that voice which, today,

Comes to whisper in my ear

The things you say,

Without me making any sense?

Oh, how sorrowful it is

To not have someone's glance in the veranda,

That could shout out the joy

That still walks within my fado!

[Instrumental]

Who is the owner of that night

(A much deeper night than this night I have)

That drives me to ask statues:

Through which street have I arrived here?

Who is seeking me out

And secretly speaks into my ear?

It's your arms that guides, in the dark,

My frightened body!

Who is the owner of that voice which, today,

Comes to whisper in my ear

The things you say,

Without me making any sense?

Oh, how sorrowful it is

To not have someone's glance in the veranda,

That could understand the joy

That still walks within my fado!