With the sound of fallen leaves
Carried by the gale winds
A new autumn will emerge
My vague and meek end
I will to the land first
White hands the color of wax
And to the wind walker
I will give my ivory hair
And my secret loves
I will give to spring
Gloomy are my sad eyes
I'll take them to the market
Of faded fantasies
Where they were born
I leave my soul and torments
To be erased by the waves
I'll leave to the wind my sufferings
Of a path with a thousand wheels
With the sound of fallen leaves
Entrained by the wind
Another fado will be created
Free of the restraints of time