Como dizia o poeta [English translation]

Who already passed

Through this life and didn't live

Can be more, but knows less than I do

Because life only gives itself

To who gave their self

To who loved, to who cried

To who suffered, ah

Who never had a passion

Will never have anything, no

There is no evil worse

Than the disbelief

Even the love that does not compensate

It is better than solitude

Open your arms, my brother, let it fall

Why should you sum if the people can divide?

I frankly do not want to even know anymore

Of who doesn't go because they have fear of suffering

Woe to who doesn't scratch up the heart

That man will not be forgiven