I am pallid sound
That loses its gift
When sung
I am the complete darkness
Of the lamp
More than extinct
And the fado is heard
I am a rock in the stormy sea
A lament that prays freely
Burns my lips
I am a glance that looks for fortune
That follows the North Star
With astolabes
I am the hand that puts
A point in the East
Marked by you
For a moment I am
The consonant
Of the wrong verb
And the fado is heard