Fado Marujo [English translation]

When he goes by, the portugese sailor

He doesn't walk, he passes by dancing,

Like just as it happens

When he sways, he does it in a certain way

Only so, that no one can tell

If he's a human body or a canoe

He arrives in Lisbon, jumps off the ship and in a bound

He ends up in Madragoa or in the Bairro Alto

He goes into Alfama and makes Alfama the deck

There is always a Vasco da Gama in a portugese sailor

When he goes by, with his eye-catching uniform

He always has stones of salt

In his malicious glance

He puts his sailor's beret on with malichiousness

But if he invents a caress

There is no woman that gets away from him

A loose wisp of hair

Could even be the grapnel that a fishseller likes

When he goes by, the portugese sailor

The sea goes by with a menace of caressing flloods

When he goes by, the portugese sailor

The sea goes by with a menace of caressing flloods