Gaivota [English translation]

If a sea-gull came

Bringing the sky of Lisbon

In the outline it would make

In that sky where sight

Is a wing that does not fly

Loses heart and falls to the sea

Such an ideal heart

Would beat in my chest

My love in your hand

In that hand that would hold

Perfectly my heart

If a Portuguese sea-man

Of the seven endless seas

Was perhaps the first

To tell me what he created

If that look of new radiance

To my sight would fasten

Such an ideal heart

Would beat in my chest

My love in your hand

In that hand that would hold

Perfectly my heart

If when saying goodbye to life

All the birds in the sky

Gave me at your departure

Your final expression

That look that was yours alone

My love you were the first

Such an ideal heart

Would die in my chest

My love in your hand

The hand where perfectly

Beat my heart.