Fado：
http://www.mayacafe.com/forum/topic1sp.php3?tkey=1150995584
刚才无意间发现了一封旧信，上面是一些Fado的歌词：放在这里：
"They are so real. These lyrics are so beautiful, so accurate to cry out your heart and mind; it captures the true feeling of human being. All the emotions and feelings are raw, fresh and original…Fado is not only music but a way of feeling life, it's like breathing."
About Fado itself:
It is a simple melody
Like those that teach you to live
I am a foreign emotion
An error of a dream that’s gone
About Poet:
Only those who hold in their hearts
Secret and bitter pain
On a moonlit night
Can understand poets
About Singer:
It’s feelings which give life
To the nostalgia I carry
The rain wets my body
So cold and so tired
The many streets in the city
Each one I have wondered
With the tears of a lost child
Echoed back from the city to my Fado
About Loneness:
When I feel alone
As if you had left me
More along than a tramp
On a park bench
And when I feel sorry
For myself and in return
Feel hatred for the world
What separates us like this
When I feel along
I taste Fado in my mouth
"But I like “Song of disillusion” most, I feel this song just for me…after I see myself here, I don’t feel shame for all my pain and struggles anymore---I think maybe this is why Fado can last forever because it is directly from a heart".
This love, this fate of mine
So vivid and so painful
Caught between yes and however
The ungoverned love
Marked by fire and crushed
In a deep melancholy
This harrowing love
This love that night and day
Pulls at me and tortures me
This disillusion love
With its tormented yearnings
Fills up my empty life
This hallucinatory love
This love that deranges me
Somewhere between grief and joy
Confused as it is
My despairing love
Of what other love can I sing?
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The silence of the guitar
That clings to my soul
Like fire it was
And lasts in my bosom
For the happiness also weeps
And washes away the grief
This silence of the Tejo
Without a mouth for a kiss
Neither eyes to weep
Seagull caught in the wind
A ship of suffering
Always persisting in returning
Lisboa harbour of the saudade
Where a guitar to us
Shall play a sad fado
When the soul becomes immense
The sadness also sings
In an almost still weeping
