Fado Final [English translation]

With the sound of fallen leaves

Carried by the gale winds

A new autumn will emerge

My vague and meek end

I will to the land first

White hands the color of wax

And to the wind walker

I will give my ivory hair

And my secret loves

I will give to spring

Gloomy are my sad eyes

I'll take them to the market

Of faded fantasies

Where they were born

I leave my soul and torments

To be erased by the waves

I'll leave to the wind my sufferings

Of a path with a thousand wheels

With the sound of fallen leaves

Entrained by the wind

Another fado will be created

Free of the restraints of time

• Artist:Amália Rodrigues