I wanted to give God a Fado
A course and a street
Roads, I know there
Those that he gave me
I wanted to give God hope
And in everything I was wrong
Maybe because I exchanged
His Fados for mine
I wanted to give God hope
And in everything I was wrong
Maybe because I exchanged
His Fados for mine
Of everything that remained
There still stays alight
A flame of saudade
A star already at the end
And nothing is worth the effort
I am satisfied with this certainty
Of that crooked road
Drawn out for me
And nothing is worth the effort
I am satisfied with this certainty
Of that crooked road
Drawn out for me
From so many illusions
Lost one by one
Rose up from the wild night
A mourning that binds me
I was left with the hopes
And God who sums up everything
In the sad voice of Fado
And the strings of a guitar
I was left with the hopes
And God who sums up everything
In the sad voice of Fado
And the strings of a guitar
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