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 recalls a woe

to rhyme with sadness

The verses that I sing.

And the sweet melody

That fado clothes

When my gaze blurs

I see the strange melody

Of the rain that the wild wind

Makes murmur on the window.

So I give of my regrets,

When fado possesses me,

Sad rhymes, poor things;

The rain falls, the wind moans

These are the tears of heaven

That burst forth from mine.