You who pass by me so indifferent
Your course lacking direction,
In memory you climb slowly,
From the sea to your source,
For the passage of living time.
So, at your edge lingers
That longing that still pervades,
Repeating the lesson, not embellishing
To be, here and now,
Just as a man to look at what is happening.
No, Tagus,
It is not you who sees yourself in me,
-It is I that see myself in you.
Tagus this song, about your course
Should not be my excuse for longing.
Sure, I long for you, but to lose,
Without the power to halt,
The living waters of reality!
No, Tagus,
It is not you who sees yourself in me,
-It is I that see myself in you.