This fado is mine and yours
a destiny that binds us
however it might be denied
to the strings of a guitar
Everytime one hears the cries
of a singing guitar
one becomes immediately lost
with a desire to cry
Oh people from my land
it is now that I understand
this sorrow I carry
I received it from you
And it would seem like fondness
if I allowed myself to be lulled
the bitterness would be greater
my singing would be less sad
Oh people from my land