Mãos do Povo
Lucília do Carmo
People's Hands
My cradle of Wood
Carved by people's hands
They also carved the way
How I feel and sing fado
People's hands rocked me
Sweet hands of my mother
Of the longing they left
I sing the longing too
People's hands awakened
In me, the first love
And when they left me
I sang the first pain
People's hands invented
The guitar out of passion
Maybe that's why they created it
In the shape of a heart
I reject then for me
The so-called new style
I will sing until the end
The fado I inherited from the people
