my heart,
I don't know why,
beats happily when it sees you.
and my eyes keep smiling
and through the streets (they) follow you.
but still you run off from me.
ah, if you (only) knew
how much tenderly loving1 I am,
and how much I desire you,
and how sincere my love is.
I know you would no longer run off from me.
come, come, come, come
come and feel the warmth of my lips
in search of yours.
come and sate this passion
that devours my heart.
and just so, I will then be happy,
very happy.
1. Both connotations are discernible in the Portuguese adjective.