Mal de mim [English translation]

I thought it wouldn't last more than a single day,

your whim of staying angry with me

I react: I am your friend

I ask "How's going?" You put a serious face

No sign of truce: You're not speaking to me at all

Loneliness, then, is gonna be our shelter

If that's love, why not do something about it and try not to be so radical?

Let us be easy on each other

Put your hand on my shoulder

Water** it. If you fall asleep, though, it means your sleep won out this long tough silence between us,

hurting so much

My love, laying with you is like tasting songs of Gal and Tom **

Whatever is gonna be, it's gonna be welcome:

To stroll away, to meet old friends, to tell good news

To visit Greece some day