Fado Português [English translation]

Fado was born on a day,

When the wind barely stirred,

And the seas elongated the skies.

On the main rail of a sailing ship,

In the chest of a seaman

While sorrowful he sang.

While sorrowful he sang.

Oh, what imense beauty,

My land, my hill, my valley

Of golden leaves, flowers and fruits

Do you see lands of Spain,

Sands of Portugal,

Vision blinded by tears.

In the mouth of a seaman

In the fragile sailing ship

The hurtful song fading

With the piercing of desires

From the lips burning with kisses

That kiss the air and nothing more,

That kiss the air and nothing more.

Farewell mother, farewell Maria,

Keep this well in mind,

That I make this vow:

Either I will take you to the altar,

Or it was God who was served instead

Give me my rest at sea

Now, on another given day

When the wind barely stirred

And the seas elongated the skies

At the bow of another sailing ship

Another seaman sailed

While sorrowful he sang

While sorrowful he sang.