Aqui

Here, in every fado, there's a flower
In the garden of the soul of the singer
Here, every guitar cradles the pain
When at night, the longing rises

Here, every poem is a drop of water
That sometimes quenches the thirst of loneliness
Here, every cigarette tricks the sorrow
And scents the sadness with illusion

Here, all the distance of the past
Sits quietly at my table
Here, my veins drink fado
That is born in every jug of wine

Here, I feel the courage to be me
Laughing at my fatalistic past
Singing with the voice that God gave me
Here, body and soul, I am a fado singer