Mouraria [English translation]

Why am I not singing

As sings the lark

My singing is not crying

It is the moaning of an anguish

So my heart cries

You are right to do so

It killed the life the illusion

That you do not happen to live

Suffering made me different

You say and you are right

Therefore is it not imposing

For one who has a heart

I am going to serve a sentence

But a crime was not committed

I just know that she condemns me

To live far from you