I would like to sing a fado for you
One that, everyone when they heard it,
Would know it was made for you
A strange and sorrowful fado
Yet, one that you would feel it
So deeply in your soul as much as I do
This fado would be so unique
That everyone, when they heard it,
Would tell you who was singing it
Who is the author does not matter,
Because I went door to door
in the hope of finding you
In the lyrics, I would pour some verses
From the fado that lives in your eyes
From the fado that lives in your voice
Our fados are so unlike
Your fado is of one sorf, mine is of another
How sad our fado is