Fado Modesto

Quando a Severa Morreu

A lively night,

of St. John in Mouraria.

A bonfire

burns in Largo da Guia.

Tipóias arrive,

with noblemen and gypsies

Pinóias laugh,

with the grace of Timpanas.

Balloons rise,

the moonlight shines brighter.

And the cheerful revelers

sing in the street marches

The guitar moans,

everything waits with emotion.

Severa has yet to arrive,

with her bizarre grace

But already in Largo,

the bonfire was dying out.

A bitter fate,

Severa would no longer come

At that hour,

in the arms of her beloved

she now sang

her final fado

The bells ring

in Capelinha da Guia.

And two little angels

descended to Mouraria

Dawn broke,

and the voice of fado fell silent

And the moon itself hid,

to see Severa in the sky.