Gaivota [English translation]

If only a gull could come

to bring me the sky of Lisbon ,

by the drawing of its flight

on this sky, where a look

is a wing that can not fly (i)

It just weakens and falls in the sea

What a perfect heart, it would beat in my chest

My love in your hand, the hand where

once my heart fitted entirely in

If only a portuguese, sailor in his soul,

hiker of the seven seas,

could be, perhaps, the first one

to tell me anything of his will

If only a look with new brightness

could intertwist into my eyes

What a perfect heart, it would beat in my chest

My love in your hand, the hand where

once my heart fitted entirely in

If only when saying life good-bye

All the birds in the sky

at the farewell, could grant me

with your last look

The look that only you had

Your Love, which was the first for me

What a perfect heart, it would beat in my chest

My love in your hand, the hand where

once my heart fitted entirely in