Fado português [English translation]

Fado was born one day,

When the wind barely stirred,

And the skies elongated the sea.

On the bulwark of a sailing ship,

In the chest of a seaman

That, being sorrowful, sang.

That, being sorrowful, sang.

Oh, what immense beauty,

My land, my hill, my valley

Of golden leaves, flowers and fruits

Try to spot lands of Spain,

Sands of Portugal,

Vision blinded by tears.

In the mouth of a seaman

In the fragile sailing ship

Singing the hurtful song

Says the piercing of desires

From the lips burning with kisses

That kiss the air and nothing else,

That kiss the air and nothing else.

Mother, farewell, farewell Maria,

Keep this well in your mind,

That hereby I make you this vow:

Either I will take you to the sacristy,

Or it was God who was served

Give me my rest at sea

Now, on another given day

When the wind didn't even stirred

And the skies elongated the sea.

At the bow of another sailing ship

Another seaman sailed

That, being sorrowful, sang.

That, being sorrowful, sang.

Oh, what immense beauty,

My land, my hill, my valley

Of golden leaves, flowers and fruits

Try to spot lands of Spain,

Sands of Portugal,

Vision blinded by tears.

Oh, what immense beauty,

My land, my hill, my valley

Of golden leaves, flowers and fruits

Try to spot lands of Spain,

Sands of Portugal,

Vision blinded by tears.