Gaivota [English translation]

If only a gull could come

and bring the sky of Lisbon to me

By the tracing of its wings

Along this sky where my eyes,

Like wings unable to fly,

Sadden and fall down over the sea

The most perfect heart

I would feel beating in my chest.

It would be beating in your hand, my love,

That hand in which my heart

Perfectly nestled one time

If only a portuguese sailor,

Driffter of the seven seas,

Could be, who knows, the first one

to tell me anything in his mind.

If only a look with a new glow

could at least meet mine now.

The most perfect heart

I would feel beating in my chest.

It would be beating in your hand, my love

That hand in which my heart

Perfectly nestled one time

If only all the birds in the sky,

When I say life goodbye,

Could grant me at the parting

The last look in your eyes,

That look that only you had

You, the first love of my life

The most perfect heart

I would feel, dying in my chest.

It would die in your hand, my love

That hand in which my heart

Perfectly was beating one time

That hand in which my heart

Perfectly was beating one time