In the street of silence
there is more absence than anywhere else
an absence of voices and moonlight
and even life is but weeping
There are no lovers' oaths
there is no-one to lament us
and when the sun comes there
it's to break up before nightfall
(Repetition: lines 5-8)
In the street o0f silence
the Fado is more sombre
and no flowers
cast their shadows there.
The street has a destination
and this is its coldness
and its all senseless,
No-one ever passes there.
In the street of silence
the doors are firmly locked
and even dreams come along
without conviction nor tenderness.
In the street of silence
you'll find weary tears
in the stret of silence
it is always darkest night.