Fado português [English translation]

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