Fado
Around the square
Two or three houses
Some red benches
In the middle a cross
There's a café
Next to the church
Some men standing
And a beautiful light
Yes, I'm convinced
That this is how it is
That what you see
Is never really told
And I carry with me
Without learning anymore
What the eyes see
And I no longer know
With the voice I have left
I won't be able to sing
About the things of the world
I can't describe
I'm far away
Closed doors
Secrets to be revealed
Things of the world
Can only be seen
From afar
From afar...