O Fado nasceu um dia,
Quando o vento mal bulia
E o céu o mar prolongava,
Na amurada dum veleiro,
No peito dum marinheiro
Que, estando triste, cantava,
Que, estando triste, cantava.
Ai, que lindeza tamanha,
Meu chão, meu monte, meu vale,
De folhas, flores, frutas de oiro,
Vê se vês terras de Espanha,
Areias de Portugal,
Olhar ceguinho de choro.
Na boca dum marinheiro
Do frágil barco veleiro,
Morrendo a canção magoada,
Diz o pungir dos desejos
Do lábio a queimar de beijos
Que beija o ar, e mais nada,
Que beija o ar, e mais nada.
Mãe, adeus. Adeus, Maria.
Guarda bem no teu sentido
Que aqui te faço uma jura:
Que ou te levo à sacristia,
Ou foi Deus que foi servido
Dar-me no mar sepultura.
Ora eis que embora outro dia,
Quando o vento nem bulia
E o céu o mar prolongava,
à proa de outro veleiro
Velava outro marinheiro
Que, estando triste, cantava,
Que, estando triste, cantava.
San Rodrigues - Fofa Lyrics
Letra de Fofa
San Rodrigues - Fofa Lyrics
Fado was born one day,
When the wind barely stirred
And the sky stretched into the sea,
On the bulwark of a sailing ship,
In the chest of a sailor
Who, feeling sad, sang,
Who, feeling sad, sang.
Ah, what immense beauty,
My land, my hill, my valley,
Of leaves, flowers, golden fruits,
See if you can see lands of Spain,
Sands of Portugal,
A tear-blinded gaze.
From the mouth of a sailor
Of the fragile sailing ship,
Dying, the wounded song,
Speaks of the sting of longing
From lips burning with kisses
That kiss the air, and nothing more,
That kiss the air, and nothing more.
Mother, farewell. Farewell, Maria.
Hold close in your heart
The vow I make to you now:
That I'll either take you to the chapel,
Or it was God's will
To give me a grave in the sea.
And so it was again one day,
When the wind didn't even stir
And the sky stretched into the sea,
At the bow of another sailing ship
Kept watch another sailor
Who, feeling sad, sang,
Who, feeling sad, sang.
When the wind barely stirred
And the sky stretched into the sea,
On the bulwark of a sailing ship,
In the chest of a sailor
Who, feeling sad, sang,
Who, feeling sad, sang.
Ah, what immense beauty,
My land, my hill, my valley,
Of leaves, flowers, golden fruits,
See if you can see lands of Spain,
Sands of Portugal,
A tear-blinded gaze.
From the mouth of a sailor
Of the fragile sailing ship,
Dying, the wounded song,
Speaks of the sting of longing
From lips burning with kisses
That kiss the air, and nothing more,
That kiss the air, and nothing more.
Mother, farewell. Farewell, Maria.
Hold close in your heart
The vow I make to you now:
That I'll either take you to the chapel,
Or it was God's will
To give me a grave in the sea.
And so it was again one day,
When the wind didn't even stir
And the sky stretched into the sea,
At the bow of another sailing ship
Kept watch another sailor
Who, feeling sad, sang,
Who, feeling sad, sang.
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Portuguese
O Fado nasceu um dia,
Quando o vento mal bulia
E o céu o mar prolongava,
Na amurada dum veleiro,
No peito dum marinheiro
Que, estando triste, cantava,
Que, estando triste, cantava.
Ai, que lindeza tamanha,
Meu chão, meu monte, meu vale,
De folhas, flores, frutas de oiro,
Vê se vês terras de Espanha,
Areias de Portugal,
Olhar ceguinho de choro.
Na boca dum marinheiro
Do frágil barco veleiro,
Morrendo a canção magoada,
Diz o pungir dos desejos
Do lábio a queimar de beijos
Que beija o ar, e mais nada,
Que beija o ar, e mais nada.
Mãe, adeus. Adeus, Maria.
Guarda bem no teu sentido
Que aqui te faço uma jura:
Que ou te levo à sacristia,
Ou foi Deus que foi servido
Dar-me no mar sepultura.
Ora eis que embora outro dia,
Quando o vento nem bulia
E o céu o mar prolongava,
à proa de outro veleiro
Velava outro marinheiro
Que, estando triste, cantava,
Que, estando triste, cantava.
Quando o vento mal bulia
E o céu o mar prolongava,
Na amurada dum veleiro,
No peito dum marinheiro
Que, estando triste, cantava,
Que, estando triste, cantava.
Ai, que lindeza tamanha,
Meu chão, meu monte, meu vale,
De folhas, flores, frutas de oiro,
Vê se vês terras de Espanha,
Areias de Portugal,
Olhar ceguinho de choro.
Na boca dum marinheiro
Do frágil barco veleiro,
Morrendo a canção magoada,
Diz o pungir dos desejos
Do lábio a queimar de beijos
Que beija o ar, e mais nada,
Que beija o ar, e mais nada.
Mãe, adeus. Adeus, Maria.
Guarda bem no teu sentido
Que aqui te faço uma jura:
Que ou te levo à sacristia,
Ou foi Deus que foi servido
Dar-me no mar sepultura.
Ora eis que embora outro dia,
Quando o vento nem bulia
E o céu o mar prolongava,
à proa de outro veleiro
Velava outro marinheiro
Que, estando triste, cantava,
Que, estando triste, cantava.
English
Fado was born one day,
When the wind barely stirred
And the sky stretched into the sea,
On the bulwark of a sailing ship,
In the chest of a sailor
Who, feeling sad, sang,
Who, feeling sad, sang.
Ah, what immense beauty,
My land, my hill, my valley,
Of leaves, flowers, golden fruits,
See if you can see lands of Spain,
Sands of Portugal,
A tear-blinded gaze.
From the mouth of a sailor
Of the fragile sailing ship,
Dying, the wounded song,
Speaks of the sting of longing
From lips burning with kisses
That kiss the air, and nothing more,
That kiss the air, and nothing more.
Mother, farewell. Farewell, Maria.
Hold close in your heart
The vow I make to you now:
That I'll either take you to the chapel,
Or it was God's will
To give me a grave in the sea.
And so it was again one day,
When the wind didn't even stir
And the sky stretched into the sea,
At the bow of another sailing ship
Kept watch another sailor
Who, feeling sad, sang,
Who, feeling sad, sang.
When the wind barely stirred
And the sky stretched into the sea,
On the bulwark of a sailing ship,
In the chest of a sailor
Who, feeling sad, sang,
Who, feeling sad, sang.
Ah, what immense beauty,
My land, my hill, my valley,
Of leaves, flowers, golden fruits,
See if you can see lands of Spain,
Sands of Portugal,
A tear-blinded gaze.
From the mouth of a sailor
Of the fragile sailing ship,
Dying, the wounded song,
Speaks of the sting of longing
From lips burning with kisses
That kiss the air, and nothing more,
That kiss the air, and nothing more.
Mother, farewell. Farewell, Maria.
Hold close in your heart
The vow I make to you now:
That I'll either take you to the chapel,
Or it was God's will
To give me a grave in the sea.
And so it was again one day,
When the wind didn't even stir
And the sky stretched into the sea,
At the bow of another sailing ship
Kept watch another sailor
Who, feeling sad, sang,
Who, feeling sad, sang.
Performed By: San Rodrigues
From Album: Horse Meat Disco: Disco & Boogie From Brazil - Vol. 1
Language: Portuguese
Year: 2025