Zanguei-me com meu amorNão o vi em todo o diaÁ noite cantei melhorO fado da Mouraria
O sopro duma saudadeVinha beijar-me hora a horaP’ra ficar mais à vontadeMandei a saudade embora
De manhã, arrependidaLembrei-o, pus-me a chorarQuem perde um amor na vidaJamais devia cantar
Quando regressou ao ninhoEle que mal assobiaVinha a assobiar baixinhoO fado da Mouraria
I got angry at my sweetheartI had not seen him during that entire dayOn that same night, I could sing much betterthe fado of the MourariaA whisper of longing cameAnd kissed me from hour to hourWishing to feel more at ease,I told the longing to leaveIn the morning, with regret,I remembered what I did and begun to cryAnyone who has ever lost one great loveShould never be allowed to singReturning to our nest,He, who barely knows how to whistle,Wistled softly to my earsthe fado of the Mouraria