Fado Novembro
Duarte
November Fado
I bring in all my fados
A certain longing
Damaged hearts
And days without desire
I bring in all my fados
That melancholy
Of those who walk carelessly
Turning nights into day
I do things I don't say
I say things I don't do
Sometimes fado is punishment
Other times it's weariness
For every fado I sing
I pay for a lost night
But if I lost this song
I would also lose life
