O fado não é mau [English translation]

My love, but destiny

Does not beg and make small ears

To what I swore to . . .

Here I need to confess:

"It was merely destiny

Which is cruel and small

And wanted to come to separate us!"

Ah, sadness!

They can already see here the promise broken

And this voice sings to the point of pain:

"Without Fado nor love, what remains? . . . !"

The Fado is not bad,

It is not a crime or a defect

It is a tangle of strings

Which entangles the chest

And needs to be untied.

You run the risk of suffocation

When you carry the Fado in the voice

And go there with those of us

To tighten in the throat.

He who sings it is richer;

Poor who gives them prisons.

You and I are not two!

My love, you need to think

That this is to take or to leave!

These are the conditions:

You and I and the songs!

A chest that sings the Fado

Always has two hearts!