Quadras Soltas

I went to relive the past
In the streets of Mouraria
I didn't see fado singers or fado
From Graça to Guia

The houses huddle together
Full of faith and virtue
Around the little chapel
Of Our Lady of Health

I pray very softly
For the soul of your mother
A guitar weeping
Prays for her too

No matter what is said
Fado is a song of the neighborhood
Not everyone can be a fado singer
But those who were born fado singers