I twist and turn in a skirt whenever I feel like it
I turn over the disk if the old one bores me
I bang with my boot, hand on my hip, and move
And they say you can't dance the fado, yeah right!
I'll leave the circle if I feel like it
They say if you don't move you'll be bored
Lame, what do you mean? Hand on my hip and move
Oh no you don't dance to it, yeah right
And if a tear comes to my eye
My boot will lead, my head will follow
It's two steps that way, another one this way
Seeing the mourning won't affect you, yeah right
Every time my fado plays during your stumbling
I unroll the web that destiny spins
I turn my life around, do everything in reverse
We'll see if you can't dance to the fado, yeah right
The moon went away
Look at the dawn coming up
If you sing and cry the fado
You can also dance to it
If you sing and cry the fado
You can also dance to it
And if a certain voice rebels in the kirmess
"The fado like this, I'm not sure what to make of it"
I'll stop right away and I'll say it out loud to the ballroom
Even my shawl I'll spin it if I feel like it
I'll leave the circle and turn my skirt, it goes up and down
I'll turn over the record and they say that it doesn't work like that
Spin your shawl around and dance for as long as the ball allows
And see if you can't dance to the fado
The guilt went away
The 'saudade'* can wait
If you sing and cry the fado
You can also dance to it
If you sing and cry the fado
You can also dance to it
You can also dance to it