Minha Senhora Das Dores [English translation]

My lady of sorrows

The pain that you felt for me

Is pain that lingers still

In each of your favours

Your lips weave praises

Praises that I little merit

And it is evil that I offer you

Offenses and troubles

My Lady, changed loves

Through my drab existence

Are but thorns and thistles

That I exchange for your flowers

In a procession of a thousand colours

It is the sky that comes from you

O my lady mother

My lady of sorrows

• Artist:Katia Guerreiro
• Album:Fado - Sempre! Ontem, Hoje E Amanhã