Madalena, my heart realized that
the sea is a mere water drop
if compared to all my weeping
Be sure of one thing: when our love arouses
the sun soon gets in despair
and goes hide behind that hill
Madalena, I don't share my things with anyone
nor it's allowed to exist someone to doubt of our love
Even the moon ventures to say a hunch:
Our love exists for sure
Be it strong or weak, happy or sad