Fado Cravo

I went from alley to alley
In one of them, I found her
And I was enchanted
Under the light of a lamp
The whole fado was there
Because she was all fado

I put on a swaggering air
A certain fado-like air
That any man assumes
I confess that I waited
When I passed by her
For the usual invitation

Instead, however
In her face, I only saw tears
I only saw sorrow and disbelief

I left embittered
It was fado, but fado
Is not always what one thinks

I still remember now
The vision, that as I left
I kept of the lost woman
The sorrow that tears me apart
Only reminds me of a guitar
Crying life's sorrows