Acordem As Guitarras
Acordem os fadistas
Que eu quero ouvir o fado
Pra'las sombras da moirama
Pra'las brumas dessa alfama
Do bairro alto amado
Acordem as guitarras
Até que mãos amigas
Com a graça que nos preza
Desfiem numa reza
Rosários de cantigas
Cantigas do fado
Retalhos de vida
Umbrais dum passado
De porta corrida
São ais inocentes
Que embargam a voz
Das almas dos crentes
Que rezam por nós
Acordem as vielas
Aonde o fado mora
E há um cantar de beijos
Em marchas de desejos
Que vão pela vida fora
Acordem as tabernas
Até que o fado canta
Em doce nostalgia
Aquela melodia
Que tanto nos encanta
Wake Up The Guitars
Wake up the fado singers
That I want to hear fado
To the shadows of the Moors
For the mists of this alfama
From the beloved upper neighborhood
Wake up the guitars
Until helping hands
With the grace that cherishes us
Challenge in a prayer
Rosaries of songs
Fado songs
Scraps of life
Thresholds of a past
With sliding door
They are more innocent
That choke the voice
Of the souls of believers
Who pray for us
Wake up the alleys
Where fado lives
And there is a singing of kisses
In marches of desires
That go on throughout life
Wake up the taverns
Until the fado sings
In sweet nostalgia
That melody
That we love so much