Lágrimas do Céu [English translation]

When I sing and the rain falls,

A cloud of uncertainty

Hangs over me from time to time.

Every drop evokes a woe

To rhyme with sadness

The verses that I am singing.

Every drop evokes a woe

To rhyme with sadness

The verses that I am singing.

And the sweet melody

That fado envelops

When my gaze blurs

I see the strange melody

Of the rain that the wild wind

Whispers at the windows.

I see the strange melody

Of the rain that the wild wind

Whispers at the windows.

So I give my regrets,

When fado possesses me,

Sad rhymes, poor things;

The rain falls, the wind moans

These are the tears of heaven

That make mine surge out.

The rain falls, the wind moans

These are the tears of heaven

That make mine surge out.