Ontem ao Luar [English translation]

Yesterday under the moonlight

We were in plain loneliness

You asked me

What is the pain of a passion

I didn't answer

I remained calm

But gazing at the blue blue sky

The blue moon and I showed you

As I showed you, I felt a snowy tear falling from my eyes

And then I answered

I kept on smiling due to the pleasure of seeing such tear suffering on my eyes

The pain of passion can't be explained

How to define what only I can feel

It's important1to suffer in order to know

What, in my chest, my heart doesn't want to tell

I ask to the mischievous and well-dressed moonlight

Crying at the night on the all-blue wave

I ask the song of the sea to the moonlight

What is the mystery behind the pain of a passion

If you want to know what love is

And to feel its heat

The bitter freezing of your sweetness

The moonlight goes up the hill by the sea

And listen to the wave crying over the sand

Listen to the silence

Speaking of loneliness

Of a mute heart

That is suffering and pouring your tears

The universal silent pain listens to the perennial crying

And the pain is bigger than that of God

If you want to

Know more about the reason of my sighs

Put your hear here on this pinkish hearty flower

Hear the restlessness of such melancholy heartbeat

Try to know the reason

Why does it live so sad, sighing

Beating in desperation

Insisting on loving an insensitive heart

Nobody will say that the chest in which he is ungrateful

But inevitably will lead him to the grave

1. Mister is a word not so common in Portuguese, that means "extremely important"