Exile [Portuguese translation]

Cold as the northern winds

In December mornings

Cold is the cry that rings

From this far distant shore

Winter has come too late

Too close beside me

How can I chase away

All these fears deep inside?

I'll wait the signs to come

I'll find a way

I will wait the time to come

I'll find a way home

My light shall be the Moon

And my path - the ocean

My guide the morning star

As I sail home to you