Fado dos Fados [English translation]

In that last love

Accursed and blessed

Paid with blood and money

I'ts no longer love, it is fado

When jealousy is so fierce

That even the desired good

Only has hatred or leads to death

It's no longer jealousy, it is fado

I sing of our sadness

I cry of our joy

This plague which is almost a prayer

Madness which is poetry

A passing sentiment

Becoming eternal caution

The reason of a misfortune

And so it must be, it is fado

The remorse of one who feels

If it turned to the past

Would return again

It's no longer remorse, it is fado

And this longing in the present

Of something that didn't end well

But the longing of times past

It's no longer longing, it is fado