Текст и перевод песни Ana Moura - Fado Vestido de Fado

Fado Vestido de Fado

Se fado é miséria e dor
Se é ciúme, se é pecado,
Que serás tu, meu amor,
Todo vestido de fado

Talvez sejas o quebranto
Meu pranto, em horas tardias,
Rosário de avé-marias
Que rezo quanto te canto

Pois fico neste entretanto,
Dum acorde desenhado,
Porque te chamo num fado,
Te canto com tal fervor,
Se fado é tristeza e dor
Se é ciúme se é pecado

Os meus sentidos dispersos,
Não me conseguem dizer
Razões da minh′alma ser
Refúgio de tantos versos

Mistério dos universos
Pra onde foi atirado
Este desejo, rogado
Na minha voz em clamor,
Que serás tu, meu amor,
Todo vestido de fado

Jeśli los to ból i smutek
Gdy jest zazdrość to jest grzech
Jeśli będzie miłość ma
W fado ubrana cała

Być może jesteś złamane
Mym płaczem w późnych godzinach
Różańcem, Zdrowaś Maryja
Modlę się, kiedy masz śpiewać

A gdy tymczasem zostaje
Akordem zarysowane
Czemu się losem nazywa
Z takim zapałem śpiewane
Jeśli los to ból i smutek
Gdy jest zazdrość to jest grzech

Zmysły moje rozproszone
I nie zdołam ich wyrazić
Rozsądek jest w duszy mojej
Schronem z wieloma wersami

Jest tajemnicą wszechświatów
W jakim miejscu porzucane
To pragnienie ubłagane
W głosie moim wypłakane
Jaka będzie, miłość moja
W fado ubrana cała

Fado Dressed in Fado

If fado is misery and pain
If it is jealousy, if it is sin,
What will you be, my love,
Dressed all in fado

Perhaps you are my heartbreak
My weeping, in the late hours,
A rosary of Hail Marys
That I pray when I sing to you

For I remain here, meanwhile,
Of an outlined chord,
Because I call out to you in a fado,
I sing to you with such fervor,
If fado is sadness and pain,
If it is jealousy if it is sin

My dispersed senses,
They cannot tell me
The reasons that my soul is
A refuge for so many verses

Mystery of the universes
Where this desire was thrown
This longing, begged for
In the clamor of my voice,
What will you be, my love,
Dressed all in fado

If fado is pain and sadness
If it is jealousy, if it is sin
What will you be, my love,
Dressed all in fado

Perhaps you are my heartbreak
My weeping, in the late hours,
A rosary of Hail Marys
That I pray when I sing to you

For I remain here, meanwhile,
Of an outlined chord,
Because I call out to you in a fado,
I sing to you with such fervor,
If fado is sadness and pain,
If it is jealousy if it is sin

My dispersed senses,
They cannot tell me
The reasons that my soul is
A refuge for so many verses

Mystery of the universes
Where this desire was thrown
This longing, begged for
In the clamor of my voice,
What will you be, my love,
Dressed all in fado