Gaivota [English translation]

If a seagull came

To bring me the sky of Lisbon

In the drawing that I made

In this sky, where the moonlight

Is a wing that does not fly

Falters and falls in the sea

What perfect heart… would beat in my breast

My love in your hand

In this hand where it used to fit… perfect, my heart

If a Portuguese mariner

Of the seven seas, drifter

Was, who knows, the first

To tell me what to invent

If a look of new brilliance

Caught my gaze

What a perfect heart… would beat in my breast

My love in your hand

In this hand where it used to fit… perfect my heart

If in saying goodbye to life

All the birds of the sky

Gave me in farewell

Your ultimate look

In this look that was only yours

Love that you were the first.

What a perfect heart… would cry out in my breast

My love in your hand

In this hand where perfect… my heart was beating.