Fado das mágoas [English translation]

The sorrows don't hurt me, they are not sorrows


In terms of my soul they no longer live


If the waters dry up, they are not waters


They are ethereal recollections of what used to be

The plaint that so fragile was not restrained


From the top of my eyes glinted


That from so much weeping, I had no more

Nor did the last of the tears come to me


Do not lay off the pain, but today I bring them

At the edge of my being I abandon you

What you see in my eyes are not sorrows

They are feathers of a love that was not right

What you see in my eyes are not sorrows

They are regrets of a love that was not right