Ser Fadista

Fado, my street rogue
I don't know what life is yours, walking around like a lord
Fado, you just like the commotion
With a shawl, a guitar, the revelry of love

Being a fado singer, being a true fado singer
Is facing the threat, it's a grace that God gave us
Being a fado singer is the destiny that cries
Born at the same time as the fado singer

Being a fado singer is holding hands with longing
That walks around crying for the city, being poor with pride
Being a fado singer is a forgivable destiny
Prayer to the faith of Lisbon, being a fado singer is being Portuguese

Fado, there's a voice calling you
To the alleys of ill repute where the sun never shone
Fado, you stop at the door of life
Where a lost woman sang to you so she wouldn't cry

Being a fado singer, being a true fado singer
Is facing the threat, it's a grace that God gave us
Being a fado singer is the destiny that cries
Born at the same time as the fado singer

Being a fado singer is holding hands with longing
That walks around crying for the city, being poor with pride
Being a fado singer is a forgivable destiny
Prayer to the faith of Lisbon, being a fado singer is being Portuguese

Being a fado singer is holding hands with longing
That walks around crying for the city, being poor with pride
Being a fado singer is a forgivable destiny
Prayer to the faith of Lisbon, being a fado singer is being Portuguese