Loucura [English translation]

I’m of Fado! How I know!

I live a (singing) poem, of a fado that I made up.

Speaking, I can’t expose myself

but I make my soul sing, and the souls know how to listen to me

cry, cry, poets of my country

trunks of the same root, of the life that put us together

And if you weren’t by my side, then fado wouldn’t exist

nor fadistas* as I am!

This voice, so hurtful, it’s all your fault

Poets of my life.

It’s craziness! I hear them say, but blessed this craziness, of singing and suffering.

cry, cry, poets of my country

trunks of the same root, of the life that put us together

And if you weren’t by my side, then fado wouldn’t exist

nor fadistas* as I am!