Se fores, não chores por mim [English translation]

// Don't leave so early,

it's still the dead of night,

and the wolves howl of fear,

against the glass of dawn.

Don't pass through our door

Into the evil darkness of the city,

spread like a dead woman

on the clouds of the storm.

Don't leave so early,

don't enter the harsh cold,

and don't pull from my finger

the ring you put there. //

// If you leave, don't cry for me,

there are no lives without a past,

and ours was left like this

in the lyrics of another fado. //

***

Don't leave so early,

don't enter the harsh cold,

and don't pull from my finger

the ring you put there.

// If you leave, don't cry for me,

there are no lives without a past,

and ours was left like this

in the lyrics of another fado. //

• Artist:Cristina Branco
• Album:Idealist (2014) album 3 'Ideal'