Acordem As Guitarras
Camané
Wake Up The Guitars
Wake up the fado singers
I want to hear the fado
Through the shadows of the Moorish
Through the mists of Alfama
From the beloved Bairro Alto.
Wake up the guitars
Until friendly hands
With the grace that values us
Unravel in a prayer
The circles of songs.
Fado songs
Life patches
Thresholds of a past
Of closed doors
They are innocent sighs
That choke the voice
Of the souls of believers
Who pray for us.
Wake up the alleys
Where the fado lives
And there is a singing of kisses
In marches of desires
That go through life.
Wake up the taverns
Until the fado sings
In sweet nostalgia
That melody
That enchants us so much.
(Chorus)
