A Isso Chamam Vagamente Solidão [English translation]

This hoarse voice of a hurt heart

That breaks through the streets, alleys, squares and avenues

Of your chest that suffers with this piercing pain

That contaminates you and teaches too little

People loosely call it 'loneliness'

People loosely call it 'loneliness'

The shattered mirror of illusion

Smiles that were enjoyed are cruel

Shrapnel scatter around the floor

On which we walk barefoot

People loosely call it 'loneliness'

People loosely call it 'loneliness'

The shattered mirror of illusion

Smiles that were enjoyed are cruel

Shrapnel scatter around the floor

On which we walk barefoot

People loosely call it 'loneliness'

People loosely call it 'loneliness'

People loosely call it 'loneliness'

People loosely call it 'loneliness'