Gaivota [English translation]

If a gull would come

Bring me Lisboa sky

In the drawing it would make

In that sky where the look

is a wing that can't fly

Weakens and fall on the sea

What a perfect heart

In my cheast would beat

My love in your hand

In those hands

Where my heart fitted perfectly

If a portuguese sailor

Wanderer of the seven seas

Would be, who knows, the first

To tell me what would've been invented

If a look with a new brightness

Interlaced with my look

What a perfect heart

In my cheast would beat

My love in your hand

In those hands

Where my heart fitted perfectly

If when saying goodbye to life

All the birds in the sky

Gave me while leaving

Your last look

This look just of your own

Love that was the first

What a perfect heart

In my cheast would die

My love in your hand

In those hands

Where my heart beat perfectly

My love

In your hand

In those hands

Where my heart beat perfectly