María La Portuguesa

In the nights of moon and carnation
to Ayamonte to Villareal
aimlessly by the river, amidst sighs
a song comes and goes
That Maria sings
at the desire of an Andalusian.
Maria is the joy, and is the agony
that the south has.

She met that man
on a night of green wine and heat
and amidst clapping and fandangos
he entangled her, disturbed her heart.
And on the island beaches
the two got lost
where the waves break, he kissed her mouth
and she surrendered.

Chorus:
Oh, Maria the Portuguese
from Ayamonte to Faro
this fado is heard in the taverns
where bitter wine is drunk
because she sings with sadness
because those closed eyes
for an unfortunate love,
that's why she sings, that's why she grieves.

Fado! I miss your eyes
Fado! because I miss your mouth
Fado! because he went by the river
Fado! because he goes with the shadow.

They say it was the I love you
of a sailor, reason for her suffering
that on a night on the smuggling boats
for the prawn, he left.
And in the shadows of the river,
a shot rang out.
And from that suffering, was born the lament
of this song.

Oh, Maria the Portuguese
from Ayamonte to Faro
this fado is heard in the taverns
where bitter wine is drunk
because she sings with sadness
because those closed eyes
for an unfortunate love,
that's why she sings, that's why she grieves.

Fado! I miss your eyes
Fado! because I miss your mouth
Fado! because he went by the river
Fado! because he goes with the shadow
Fado! because he went by the river
Fado! because he goes with the shadow