The last glass

This moon shines on my glass

A slight shade of redness

Its mirrors its brightness and madness

It dives on times past

if the moon would fall

into this dark wine of mine

my sins would be clean or shine

and I would go back to the ball

I want to turn and turn and dance

Turn and turn under the moon’s shade

Dance to the words God’s romance

While I still have a chance

Before my head falls under the blade

I will not seat I will not stand

I will not stop I will not lie

Our legs intertwine

I will drink it all and refill it again

For all my life is worth

The pain so joyfully gained

I will dance with a glass in my hand

And slide on the spilt wine and mirth

I’m the only lonely guest

There are no tables and no chairs

The moon rolls down to rest

Leaving corpses without a care

It’s time to go and lie down

To give a rest to life and death

It’s time to empty the glass

Before a new life begins its dawn

And the Lord pours out a new breath

To my grave I’ll take the glass

Full to the brim with wine

Finally it’s time to relax

And listen to the sins of mine

I’ll wait for the dirt to cover me

I’ll offer my body to worms

My water will reach the sea

As God my sentence confirms

My guitar

My guitar has no cords

They have long been worn out

I play it with my soul

I play it floating on a sea of tears

Long ago poured down by a crying God

If this sea would dry, no happiness would be left

No reality to drink

No secrets to hide

No wine to bathe in

The notes come and go

And the melody scatters devils away

And angels surf on them

Their sun glasses shine with shades of waves

That break into a foam of sins

I want to play my guitar

And dive into oblivion

And savour God’s tears

And feel His loneliness

At the end

Now, at the end of a life

I look back and I smile

I see many friends

Who loved me for who I was

I see many lovers

Who loved something else

I enjoyed my life

I suffered what I should

See my cross, waiting

standing on hill worned out

I see the nails ready

And their power is overwhelming

Before the last step

A step to somewhere,

I seat down

Facing it all

This time alone

No friends

No lovers

No one

Pick up my glass

And sip

Sip the wine to come

Am I ready?

I drink some more

Am I ready?

The glass is almost empty

Red wine

Red

How can I cleanse myself on blood spilled?

I make sure there is not one drop left

Nothing must be left behind

I get up

And walk

Turn down that empty glass

Not far away, not here not there

Where the moon is black

Where the stars just don’t care

for, seeing you they draw back

There, where you hide in the open

Discovered by all

me here, with my heart broken

hurt by a love fall

grieving daily, years alone

in this desert tirelessly walking

from corner to corner blown

here souls don't open when knocking

where’s my glass of wine

I’ll drink to forget

This heavy love of mine

That busy day we met

I feel you but You’re here no more

Bent over, I pain in all places

But pain doesn’t live in this heart of yours

And mine is full of empty spaces

I turn down the empty glass tonight

on jealousy and anger drunk

Tears are dry, gone in this plight

 A love boat on the high seas sunk

O fado é triste e triunfante

O Fado é assim, pesado e amargo

Cantem fadistas com este sentimento

Degustem as lágrimas, sabor salgado

Não deem lugar ao fingimento

Perfurado por uma lança

Espetada por quem te ama

O fado é assim, não se dança

É Amor que arde numa chama

Venha dai esse sofrimento

Quero vê-lo bem às claras

Sou um forcado sem alento

Mas tomo o toro de caras

Triste é este mundo de traição

Pesado e sem sentido

Que grande a dor de coração

A repentina estocada dum amigo

Sou assim, ingénuo e confiante

Alma simples, coração puro

Tu traidor e dominante

De coração frio e duro

No vinho tinto como o sangue

As tuas traições afogarei

Mas como o magoado amante

Com o fado, triunfarei