Nature Morte [English translation]

Before dawn, Ana and Miguel

are already on fire.

She is on top of him as it is,

man and woman both jumbled

make the sheets turn to fire.

And the sea, who's crazy about Ana,

looks away

for jealousy doesn't spare

neither the salt, neither the algae nor the waves.

At dawn, Miguel is already on its boat.

'Kiss me, love, and wait for my return calmly at the beach'.

The sea whispers in its language,

'Damned fisherman.

Say goodbye to her.

I will never share her heart'.

And crying, and crying, and crying for Miguel.

And waiting, and waiting, and waiting faithfully

on the shore for him to come back to her.

At the village, they say that that white rock is Ana.

Covered in salt and coral, she waits at the beach.

Don't wait for him anymore, sad girl of rock.

Miguel won't come back.

The sea has imprisoned him

so as to be the only one able to hold you in his arms.

And crying, and crying, and crying for Miguel.

And waiting, and waiting, and waiting faithfully

on the shore for him to come back to her.

There are even people who tell

that when the tempest grows

it's Miguel fighting to the death

who raises the waves up to the sky.

And crying, and crying, and crying for Miguel.

And crying, and crying, and crying for Miguel.

And crying, and crying over the sea.