Fado Português

Fado was born one day
When the wind barely stirred
And the sky extended into the sea
On the railing of a sailboat
In the heart of a sailor
Who, feeling sad, sang
Who, feeling sad, sang

Oh, such great beauty
My land, my mountain, my valley
Of leaves, flowers, golden fruits
See if you see lands of Spain
Sands of Portugal
Blind gaze of tears

In the mouth of a sailor
Of the fragile sailboat
Dying the sorrowful song
It tells the sting of desires
From the lips burning with kisses
Kissing the air, and nothing more
Kissing the air, and nothing more

Mother, farewell. Farewell, Maria
Keep well in your senses
That here I make you a vow
That either I take you to the sacristy
Or it was God's will
To give me a burial at sea

Now behold another day
When the wind didn't even stir
And the sky extended into the sea
At the bow of another sailboat
Another sailor was watching
Who, feeling sad, sang
Who, feeling sad, sang