Noite [English translation]

I'm a night-child of the night...

I have wrinkles on my fingers,

Caused by their telling of secrets

In the high sources of love.

And I sing because it's necessary

To dawn the pain that compels me

And record, on my skin,

The sources of my pain!

[Chorus:]

Night, companion of my screams,

River of greving dreams

To the birds that I abandoned...

Night, sky of my lost cases;

Come, from afar, the senses

In those songs that I delivered...

Oh, my mother of groves,

You who comb the longing and sorrow

With which I saw how humanity

Wept through my very own voice!

I gave you a body made out of secrets

In which I risked my own grief,

And where I drank that water

That became entangled in the air...

[Chorus:]

Night, companion of my screams,

River of greving dreams

To the birds that I abandoned...

Night, sky of my lost cases;

Come, from afar, the senses

In those songs that I delivered...