In a dark street lives
Sadness and bitterness,
Anguish and solitude.
In the same locked room
Also lives my fado
And lives my heart
And lives my heart
So many steps we've been taking
We, the three of us, arm in arm
Me, sadness and bitterness.
At night, a cried fado
Leaves this locked room
And fills this dark street
And fills this dark street
We're mill owners of boredom
Lord with no remedy
In its persistence
It comes into my locked room
Sits there beside me
Doesn't let anyone else in
Doesn't let anyone else in
In this grinning rail
There's no place for anything else
Nothing else fits there
Only one more fado
Because in this locked room
Fado is easily cried
Fado is easily cried