Lyrics and translation Carlos do Carmo feat. Mafalda Arnauth - Nasceu Assim, Cresceu Assim

Nasceu Assim, Cresceu Assim

Talvez a mãe, fosse rameira de bordel
Talvez o pai, um decadente aristocrata
Talvez lhe dessem à nascença amor e fel
Talvez crescesse aos tropeções na vida ingrata

Talvez o tenham educado sem maneiras
Entre desordens, navalhadas e paixões
Talvez ouvisse vendavais e bebedeiras
E as violências que rasgavam corações
Talvez ouvisse vendavais e bebedeiras

E as violências que rasgavam corações

Talvez ardesse variamente em várias chamas
Talvez a história fosse ainda mais bizarra

No desamparo teve sempre duas amas
Que se chamavam a viola e a guitarra

Pois junto delas já talvez o reconheçam
Talvez recusem dar-lhe o nome de enjeitado
E mesmo aqueles que o não cantam não esqueçam

Nasceu assim, cresceu assim, chama-se Fado
E mesmo aqueles que o não cantam não esqueçam
Nasceu assim, cresceu assim, chama-se Fado
Pois junto delas talvez já o reconheçam
Talvez recusem dar-lhe o nome de enjeitado
E mesmo aqueles que o não cantam não esqueçam
Nasceu assim, cresceu assim, chama-se Fado
E mesmo aqueles que o não cantam não esqueçam
Nasceu assim, cresceu assim, chama-se Fado

Born This Way, Raised This Way

Maybe, her mother was a brothel's whore
Maybe, her father a decadent aristocrat
Maybe, at birth they gave her love and bile
Maybe, she stumbled and faltered in her thankless life

Maybe, she was raised without manners
Amidst disorder, shanks, and passions
Maybe, she heard gales and drunken binges
And the violence tearing through hearts
Maybe, she heard gales and drunken binges

And the violence tearing through hearts

Maybe, she burned in flames of various hues
Maybe, the story was even more bizarre

In her helplessness, she always had two nurses
Who were called the viola and the guitar

Because by them she could be recognized
Maybe, they would refuse to call her a castaway
And even those who do not sing about her, may they not forget

She was born this way, raised this way, her name is Fado
And even those who do not sing about her, may they not forget
She was born this way, raised this way, her name is Fado
Because by them she could be recognized
Maybe, they would refuse to call her a castaway
And even those who do not sing about her, may they not forget
She was born this way, raised this way, her name is Fado
And even those who do not sing about her, may they not forget
She was born this way, raised this way, her name is Fado