Loucura [English translation]

It is madness to like you

I am the sister of misfortune

You were right, my mother

It is madness, to adore you

To be thirsty for tenderness

Without even the power to kiss you

Weep, weep, guitars of my land

Your mourning ends

My bitter life

And if it is madness

To love you this way

Whether I like it or not

I can not love you in silence

I will always be yours

I will go up and down

The stones of your street

Beloved, I am mad

But madness is very little

For what I've been through.