Até ao verão [English translation]

I left

in spring the smell of carnation

rose and chimaera that were engraved in the memory I made up

and I walked

as one who's expecting

to collapse

from wounds on a body of steel

in the alleys of disdain

and why should it matter to me

whether it's good or bad

if the flame colour in all life failed me

it's just the same to me

I see no way back

whether I want it or not

what befalls me in this crazy life

is marrying you

before summer

I left in spring the sound of sweetness

rich promises and holy sleep

I don't know what sleep is anymore

and I walked through slums

of what I'm doing

sometimes stumbling on my grave mistakes

sometimes forgetting where I went wrong

and why should it matter to me

whether it's good or bad

if the flame colour in all life failed me

it's just the same to me

I see no way back

whether I want it or not

what befalls me in this crazy life

is marrying you

before summer

and why should it matter to me

whether it's good or bad

if the flame colour in all life failed me

it's just the same to me

I see no way back

whether I want it or not

what befalls me in this crazy life

is marrying you

before summer

I left in spring the sound of sweetness