Friend in my chest, the hours sleep
In a pacing melancholic and calm
A man's voice seduces my soul
That in the distance sings sadly, a sad fado
As if that voice saddened
Should tell our story to everyone
Each verse seems to be chosen
Of love that wants to hurt slowly
And while I do not complain of the pain of the days
In which I sink alone into the memory
The chill of nights cold and empty
Only it suits the voice that tells our story.