Não oiças a minha voz [English translation]

The wind shouted at the night:

"Go away you, what madness!

For there's no one that ventures

under your cloak of blackness."

The wind shouted at the light:

"Go first to my garden.

The shadows in my street

will weep over me."

The wind shouted at the sun:

"Let the night wander

with the song of the nightingale,

embraced by the moonlight."

The wind shouted at life:

"Don't listen to my voice...

When reason gets lost,

silence speaks for us..."