The fado was born one day
When the wind was barely stirring
And the sky was continuing the sea
In the gunwale of a sailboat
In the chest of a sailor
Who being sad was singing
Who being sad was singing
Ah! How beautiful
My land, my hill, my valley
Of leaves, flowers, fruits of gold
See if you see the land of Spain
Sands of Portugal
Vision blinded with tears
In the mouth of a sailor
In the fragile sailing ship
Singing the sorrowful song
Says the sting of the desires
Of lip burning kisses
That kiss the air and nothing more
Kiss the air and nothing more
Mother goodbye, goodbye Maria
Guard your senses well
That here I make for you an oath
I take you to the sacristy
Or was it God who was served
Give me burial at sea.
Or behold, although another day
When the wind was not stirring
And the sky was continuing the sea
The bow of another ship
Another sailor was sailing
Who being sad was singing
Who being sad was singing
Ah! How beautiful,
My land, my hill, my valley
Of leaves, flowers, fruits of gold
See if you see the land of Spain
Sands of Portugal
Vision blinded with tears
Ah! How beautiful,
My land, my hill, my valley
Of leaves, flowers, fruits of gold
See if you see the land of Spain
Sands of Portugal
Vision blinded with tears