You look at me
With that reserved air
Bursting at the seams
I don't know if I'm in Lisbon
Is it Tokyo or Berlin?
Do not look at me that way!
Because your look has opium
It breaks the equinoxes
Pinches of sesame
But if this is fado
I put aside the sesame
I will go and get the rosemary
And you always look at me:
As if the rosemary in bundles
Were to attract my eyes
I have nothing to do with it
Anyone who breaks this jinx
That I do not answer for myself
And I am, almost exchanging
Bad for good and good for bad
If this is fado,
It is not a normal fado
The exchange, bad for good and good for bad
It is not a normal fado
I am going to places
Never visited before
And some care must be taken
Because there is no compass
And the senses are mixed up
If we walk to God's will
Without sentinel eyes
I will rely on hearing
And nothing is going to be lost
But if this is fado
I will grieve the scene
For the grey tone given
That I do not want to exaggerate;
In the midst of the fog
I insist on seeing your gaze
That I know will not be the last
Something is loosening up
That perhaps I will not have back
And I am, almost exchanging
Bad for good and good for bad
If this is fado,
It is not a normal fado
The exchange, bad for good and good for bad
It is not a normal fado
If this is fado
If this is fado
It is not a normal fado