Amália, por amor [English translation]

In your eyes

Your soul and our voice,

You carry the truest fado

That lives in us!

And, trapped in the guitar's chords,

Your heart lived,

Not knowing why.

You sing the sea,

The earth and the heavens

With your heart,

With the voice that God gave you...

Seven hills and young women 1

And a thousand proclamations in the air:

The people are praying!

A voice singing longing and sorrow!

You wanted to give your name

To the woman that was

Amália, so you could love!

And, singing,

You give so much love,

That you die so you can kill

Our pain...

And there are fishing nets on the windows

And processions passing by:

The people are praying!

In your eyes

Your soul and our voice,

You carry the Lusitanian fado

That is within us.

And there are fishing nets on the windows

And processions passing by:

A voice is singing!

A voice singing longing and sorrow!

You wanted to give your name

To the woman that was

Amália, so you could love...!

1. Lisbon is one of the few cities in the world that was built on seven hills. Varina is the demonym for Lisbon women.