Fado Português
Amália Hoje
Portuguese Fado
Fado was born one day,
When the wind barely moved
And the sky extended the sea,
On the railing of a sailboat,
In the heart of a sailor
Who, feeling sad, sang,
Who, feeling sad, sang.
Oh, such great beauty,
My land, my mountain, my valley,
Of leaves, flowers, golden fruits,
See if you see lands of Spain,
Sands of Portugal,
Blind gaze of tears.
In the mouth of a sailor
Of the fragile sailboat,
Dying the sorrowful song,
The sting of desires says
From the lips burning with kisses
That kiss the air, and nothing more,
That kiss the air, and nothing more.
Mother, farewell. Farewell, Maria.
Keep well in your senses
That here I make you a vow:
Either I take you to the sacristy,
Or it was God's will
To give me a burial at sea.
Oh, such great beauty,
My land, my mountain, my valley,
Of leaves, flowers, golden fruits,
See if you see lands of Spain,
Sands of Portugal,
Blind gaze of tears.
