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Is both mine and yours this fado
destiny that tides us (together)
no matter how much it is denied
by the strings of a guitar
Whenever one hears a lament
of a guitar singing
one is instantly lost
With a desire to weep
Oh people of my land
Now I've understand
This sadness which I carry on
Was from you that I received
and it would seem tenderness
If I let myself be soothed
my anguish would be greater
my singing (would be) less sadder my anguish would be greater
my singing (would be) less sadder
Oh people of my land
Oh people of my land
Now I've understand
This sadness which I carry on
This sadness which I carry on
Was from you...
that I received!