Lyrics of Fado Menor - Ana Moura

Fado Menor (original)

Os teus olhos são dois círios
Dando luz triste ao meu rosto
Marcado pelos martírios
Da saudade e do desgosto.
Quando oiço bater trindades
E a tarde já vai no fim
Eu peço às tuas saudades
Um padre nosso por mim.
Mas não sabes fazer preces
Não tens saudades nem pranto
Por que é que tu me aborreces
Por que é que eu te quero tanto?
És para meu desespero
Como as nuvens que andam altas
Todos os dias te espero
Todos os dias me faltas.
Your eyes are two candles
it giving a sad light into my face
marked by martyrdom
of longing and heartbreak
When I hear knocking trinities
and the afternoon reach the end
I beg to your longing
An «Our Father"for me But you don´t know how says prayer
You haven´t longing and weeping
Why you bothers me?
Why I love you so much?
Is for my desperation
like the higher clouds
Every day I wait for you
Every day You fail to me

(translation)

Your eyes are two candles
Giving sad light to my face
Marked by the martyrdoms
Of longing and disgust.
When I hear trinities beating
And afternoon is already late
I ask you to miss you
A our priest for me.
But you don't know how to pray
You don't miss or cry
Why do you annoy me
Why do I want you so much?
You are for my despair
Like clouds that walk high
Every day I wait for you
Every day you miss me.
Your eyes are two candles
it giving a sad light into my face
marked by martyrdom
of longing and heartbreak
When I hear knocking trinities
and the afternoon reach the end
I beg to your longing
An «Our Father"for me But you don´t know how says prayer
You haven't longing and weeping
Why you bother me?
Why I love you so much?
Is for my desperation
like the higher clouds
Every day I wait for you
Every day You fail to me