Cancioneiro [English translation]

Ah!

The anguish, the wretched rage

The despair of not being able to confess

In the pitch of a scream; one last scream

So austere, my bleeding heart!

I speak, and the words I say are a single sound...

I'm suffering, and I am myself!

Ah! To tear music off from the secret of melody,

From its own scream!

Ah!

Fury of the pain of not even being lucky enough to scream;

Of the scream that doesn't have

A greater reach, than the silence that returns from the air

In the night, which is devoid of being!

Ah!

The anguish, the wretched rage

The despair of not being able to confess

In the pitch of a scream; one last scream

So austere, my bleeding heart!

I speak, and the words I say are a single sound...

I'm suffering, and I am myself!

Ah! To tear music off from the secret of melody,

From its own scream...!