Fado Lisboeta

Don't wish ill upon those who sing
When a throat breaks into sighs
And the sorrow is not as much
If confessed to the guitar

Those who sing always step away
From the gray hour of their bitterness
They don't feel the cross so heavy
On the long road of misfortune

I only understand the mournful bitter fado
At night sobbing softly
That reaches the heart in a mournful tone
As cold as the snow on the path

Whether crying for a longing or singing for anxiety
Of those who have cried for love
They will say this is fate, it's natural
But this is Lisbon, this is fado

I hear guitars vibrating
And voices singing in the dark street
The lights are fading
Announcing that it's already day

I close the window in silence
Already hearing whispers of tenderness in the alley
The fresh and calm morning appears
Only in my soul it's dark night

I only understand the mournful bitter fado
At night sobbing softly
That reaches the heart in a mournful tone
As cold as the snow on the path

Whether crying for a longing or singing for anxiety
Of those who have cried for love
They will say this is fate, it's natural
But this is Lisbon, this is fado