Fado Português

Fado was born one day
When the wind barely blows
And the sky, the sea extended
On the side of a sailboat
On a sailor's chest
Who, being sad, sang

Oh how beautiful
My ground, my mountain, my valley
Of leaves, flowers, golden fruits
See if you see lands of Spain
Sands of Portugal
Crying blind look

In the mouth of a sailor
From the fragile sailboat
Dying hurt song
Says the pungency of desires
Lips burning with kisses
That kisses the air and nothing else

Goodbye mother, goodbye Maria
Keep it in your sense
That here I make you an oath
That, or I'll take you to the sacristy
Or was it God who was served
Give me in the sea, grave

Now behold, though another day
When the wind doesn't even blow
And the sky and the sea extended
At the bow of another sailboat
Watched another sailor
Who, being sad, sang