Fado das horas incertas [English translation]

I leave the door ajar

To the fears where they assail me

Midnight rings uncertainly

To be right in the middle of the night

So round are the hours

So useless and so long

My soul how much more you weep

The more the hours you stretch out for me

Only pain betrays the quiet

In turn this anxiety

When I refuse the yearning

Pretending not to have a yearning.