Mais uma lua [English translation]

Here, close to us, to me absent

The force of what we were and of being yours

Here I slept, profoundly,

It fell down inside of me one more moon.

Here I slept, profoundly,

It fell down inside of me one more moon.

And it was, as usual, my legs

Or it was the loneliness of he who wants

To know about us, mild hours

And everything my soul does not understand.

To know about us, mild hours

And everything my soul does not understand.

And here what were ours goes dying.

Of love speaks the grief edging the end.

Sorry, my love, if I don't detain you

But I live well inside of me.

Sorry, my love, if I don't detain you

But I live well inside of me.

Sorry, my love, if I don't detain you

But I live well inside of me.

Sorry, my love, if I don't detain you

But I live well inside of me.