Fado Menor - Ana Moura

Os teus olhos são dois círios

Dando luz triste ao meu rosto

Marcado pelos martírios

Da saudade e do desgosto.

Quando oiço bater trindades

E a tarde já vai no fim

Eu peço às tuas saudades

Um padre nosso por mim.

Mas não sabes fazer preces

Não tens saudades nem pranto

Por que é que tu me aborreces

Por que é que eu te quero tanto?

És para meu desespero

Como as nuvens que andam altas

Todos os dias te espero

Todos os dias me faltas.

Your eyes are two candles

it giving a sad light into my face

marked by martyrdom

of longing and heartbreak

When I hear knocking trinities

and the afternoon reach the end

I beg to your longing

An «Our Father"for me But you don´t know how says prayer

You haven´t longing and weeping

Why you bothers me?

Why I love you so much?

Is for my desperation

like the higher clouds

Every day I wait for you

Every day You fail to me

Your eyes are two candles

Giving sad light to my face

Marked by the martyrdoms

Of longing and disgust.

When I hear trinities beating

And afternoon is already late

I ask you to miss you

A our priest for me.

But you don't know how to pray

You don't miss or cry

Why do you annoy me

Why do I want you so much?

You are for my despair

Like clouds that walk high

Every day I wait for you

Every day you miss me.

Your eyes are two candles

it giving a sad light into my face

marked by martyrdom

of longing and heartbreak

When I hear knocking trinities

and the afternoon reach the end

I beg to your longing

An «Our Father"for me But you don´t know how says prayer

You haven't longing and weeping

Why you bother me?

Why I love you so much?

Is for my desperation

like the higher clouds

Every day I wait for you

Every day You fail to me