Da Morte Não Espero Nada [English translation]

I do not know whether it is leaving or remaining

From death I expect nothing

But I am going to make my way

To walk with life to atonement

And above all in Entrudo

To maintain a straight face

To sing in a wayward manner

Riding a cob

If you like the song

And dancing and posing

On the dish of sweet rice

To brighten the early hours

But I am going to make my way

From death I expect nothing.

I do not know whether they understood it well

It is not a game

History if it is true

Always gives what it has

The hidden fantasy

Of whatever is lost

I do not know if I am coming, if I am seeing

I do not even know where I am.

With so much time on the way

I do not even know whether I am stalled

And if I hear a whistle

I carry on but I smile

But I am going to make my way

From death I expect nothing.

I do not know who came to the rescue

I hear a story told

With a father's or mother's voice

Beside me is someone

And nothing is pretence

When I am almost asleep.

Come the time of the witches

WIth the lights out

I look at the world here

And how beautiful it is

That seeing it I even feel

That I already died for you

But I am going to make my way

From death I expect nothing.