Black dress, belted
Long black hair / And black embroidered shawl
Walking up the avenue at night
Those who pass by think she is lost / Woman of vice and sin
And she is being confused
Insulted and persecuted / By the customary invitation
Enter the singing café
Followed in a provocative tone / By those who want to buy it
A trilling guitar
And a shadow, slowly / Starts in the middle of the room
She starts to sing
And those who wanted to buy her / Sit at the table looking at her
An old song and so the profound
Which, coming from the end of the world / is prayer, weeping or preaching
And all who heard it
by the light of the candles seemed / Devoted in devotion o
And those who just offended her
With their eyes closed they listened / As if asking her for forgiveness
Black dress, girded
Long black hair / And black shawl outline
Sitting at that table
She gives them the certainty / That she has already forgiven them
And in front of her, at the table
As in a prayer to a goddess / In silence you can hear fado

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