Ser Fadista

Fado, my street wanderer
I don’t know what life you lead acting like a big shot
Fado, you just love the noise
A shawl, a guitar, the wildness of love

Being a fadista, being a true fadista
Is facing the threat, it’s a grace that God gave us
Being a fadista is the destiny that weep
Born at the same moment the fadista was born
Being a fadista is reaching out to nostalgia
That’s crying through the city, it’s being poor with pride
Being a fadista is a destiny that’s forgiven
A prayer to the faith of Lisbon, being a fadista is being Portuguese

Fado, there’s a voice that calls 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