Nasceu Assim, Cresceu Assim - Carlos Do Carmo

Talvez a mãe fosse rameira de bordel

Talvez o pai um decadente aristocrata

Talvez lhe dessem à nascença amor e fel

Talvez crescesse aos tropeções na vida ingrata

Talvez o tenham educado sem maneiras

Entre desordens, navalhadas e paixões

Talvez ouvisse vendavais e bebedeiras

E as violências que rasgavam corações

Talvez ouvisse vendavais e beredeiras

E as violências que rasgavam corações

Talvez ardesse vagamente em várias chamas

Talvez a história fosse ainda mais bizarra

No desamparo teve sempre duas almas

Que se chamavam a viola e a guitarra

Pois junto delas já talvez o reconheçam

Talvez recusem dar-lhe o nome de enjeitado

E mesmo aqueles que não cantam não esqueçam

Nasceu assim, cresceu assim, chama-se fado

E mesmo aqueles que não cantam não esqueçam

Nasceu assim, cresceu assim, chama-se fado

Maybe the mother was a whore in a brothel

Perhaps the father a decadent aristocrat

Maybe they gave him efel love at birth

Maybe I grew up stumbling in the ungrateful life

Maybe they educated him without manners

Between disorders, razors and passions

Maybe I heard gales and drunkenness

And the violences that tore hearts

Maybe I heard windstorms and beredeiras

And the violences that tore hearts

Perhaps it burned vaguely in several flames

Perhaps the story was even more bizarre

In the helplessness he always had two souls

Which were called the viola and the guitar

Because together with them, they may already recognize him

Maybe they refuse to call him a foundling

And even those who don't sing don't forget

He was born like this, he grew up like this, it's called fado

And even those who don't sing don't forget

Born like this, grew up like this, it's called fado