Fado songs

I understood but could not catch the words
to hold them in my memory.
I watched the faces of the singers:
their eyes closed to hold inside the memories
of pain, of grief, of jealousy, of rage...
The translations into English
appeared on the screen below:
"I sing of life
and all its mysteries"

Vinho Branco
In the shade, on a hot afternoon
A glass jug and three beakers
The wine a palest gold
and cold; moisture gathers on the jug's outside
We drink...
The joy of coolness quenching a hot day.