Biografia do Fado

They ask me about Fado
I knew him
He was a drunk, a drifter
Roaming through Mouraria
Maybe even skinnier than a greyhound
Claiming he was noble
Just hanging with the highborn

His father was a castaway
Who even sailed
On Gama's caravels
A ragged, filthy guy
More of a scoundrel than a sailor
From the old alleys of Alfama

Well, I
Know exactly where he was born
He was just a commoner
Always chasing vanity
I know more
I know that Fado is one of those
Who never knew his parents
And has no birth certificate

They ask me about him
I knew him
In a perfect frenzy
Always up for a ruckus
He'd stroll into Moirama at dead hours
Opening the half doors
He was the king of that chaos

He was out there waiting for cattle
He was a famous knight
He was the life of the party
In that wild life
He who came from nothing
With nothing, he was everything

Well, I
Know exactly where he was born
He was just a commoner
Always chasing vanity
I know more
I know that Fado is one of those
Who never knew his parents
And has no birth certificate

I know more
I know that Fado is one of those
Who never knew his parents
And has no birth certificate