Acordem As Guitarras

Wake up the fado singers
That I want to hear fado
To the shadows of the Moors
For the mists of this alfama
From the beloved upper neighborhood

Wake up the guitars
Until helping hands
With the grace that cherishes us
Challenge in a prayer
Rosaries of songs
Fado songs
Scraps of life
Thresholds of a past
With sliding door
They are more innocent
That choke the voice
Of the souls of believers
Who pray for us
Wake up the alleys
Where fado lives
And there is a singing of kisses
In marches of desires
That go on throughout life

Wake up the taverns
Until the fado sings
In sweet nostalgia
That melody
That we love so much