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!