don't wish harm to those who sing
when a throat fills and tears
that the pain is no longer so much
if you confess to the guitar
who He always sings when he is absent
from the gray hour of his bitterness
does not feel the cross so heavy
on the long road of misfortune
I only understand fado
pla bitter people at night sobbing quietly
that reaches the heart in a hurt tone
as cold as the snow on the road
that cries a longing or sings anxiety< br/>of those who love crying
they will say that this is fatal, it is natural
but it is Lisbon
and this is what fado is
I hear guitars vibrating and voices singing in the dark street
the lights go out announcing that it is daytime
I close the window in silence, you can already hear it in the alley
rumors of tenderness
a fresh and calm morning appears
only in my soul is a dark night
I only understand fado
placing bitter people at night sobbing softly
that reaches the heart in a hurt tone
as cold as the snow on the path
that cries a longing or sings of anxiety
of those whose love is crying
they will say that this is fatal, it is natural
but it is Lisbon
and this is what fado is

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