Fado Das Desgarradas
João Braga
Fate of the Lost
Fate of our departure
And of never arriving
It was torn from life
And life is torn apart
Fate of our memory
And the story yet to be told
It knows both defeat and victory
Smells like a port waiting to be found
Fate of our feelings
No one knows where it comes from
Maybe from Alcácer-Quibir
And when it arrives, it’s no one
Fate of everything and nothing
Fate that has no measure
There’s always a tear
In the tearing of life
