Já me deixou [English translation]

Longing* walked along me

and through the sound of my voice.

In its oldest fado,

made thousand verses talking about us,

made fun of me at ease,

without even listening to my laments.

And on a whim or by malice

it ran through the city with me

until a few moments ago.

Already left me.

It was gone readily

the longing I called accursed.

In my eyes no longer cries,

in my dreams no longer screams.

Already left me,

it was gone readily.

My sadness came to an end.

It really left me now,

walked out the door

at seeing you come back to me.

The longing is not always sad,

the longing is not always weeping and pain.

If there is longing in return,

the longing does not hurt so much, love.

But while you didn't come

my suffering was so great;

because i didn't know you had,

in return for my longing,

more longing than i had.