Dois Barcos [English translation]

Whoever hits

First at the bend of the sea

Gives any flag from there

Point to faith and rows

Yeah, maybe the tide doesn't turn

It could be the wind coming against the pier

And if I don't feel your signs

It could be life getting used to

Is it, brunette?

About being alone, I know

In the seas where I've walked

Slowly, he dedicated himself more

The chance to hide

And now, where is tomorrow?

Sweet sea, lost in my singing

Sweet sea, lost in my singing

Only I know

In the seas where I've walked

Slowly, he dedicated himself more

The chance to hide

And now, where is tomorrow?