FADO

I saw my dance from that days,
Where the mountains were still green
The fountains were still seen...
And from that cycles written
Every single moment to be.

You went before me
To the light that was unseen
And my Fado was a scream
To let it go my own sin.

Grace blessed me with tears
Of what it was indeed...
And the Fado became stronger
Just to tell what have I seen.