Ánema e core [English translation]

We who've lost peace and sleep

we'll never ask why

Lips that don't want any kisses,

not these lips ah dear!

Even so, I'm calling you and you don't respond

to make me irritated

Let's get hold of ourselves like this, heart and soul.

Let's not let ourselves go, not even for an hour.

This desire for you makes me scared,

living with you,

always with you,

in order not to die.

Why do we bother saying bitter words

if the good can live with one breath?

If you too are suffering from this love,

let's keep like this, heart and soul.

Perhaps it's that crying is sweet,

perhaps it's that it does good.

When I feel happier,

it's not happiness.

Especially if sometimes you tell me,

absentminded, the truth.

Let's get hold of ourselves like this, heart and soul.