Estranha Forma de Ser [English translation]

I belong to the strong wind

There's a sad thought

From a God who created me

From a lost spark

Shut down by the life

In this being He turned me

I came back here to suffer

In a strange way of being

Without knowing very well what I am

Would I be a mix of madness

Of the reason that looks for you

When you are where I'm not?

My soul I gave to you

My body I left to you.

There's only my voice left

I have the shape of saudade¹

I'm the memory of the truth

Faded shadow of us

In my fate I pray to the wind

That this lamentation is taken to you

Smashed by loneliness

I will give shape to another being

I want want to belong to the dust

To live always by your side