Os búzios [English translation]

Some of a lonely pray in her sad look

As though her eyes were doors to her tears

One sign of the cross as usual, her fingers crossed protecting against the spell

and there spread the winkles she tossed over an worn old mantle

One great love is waiting for you, but don't tell anybody about this

You've been carrying your heart empty at the verge of fear

See the way the winkles have fallen, turned down to the north

But I'll trick the destiny, and change your fortune

There was some of an intense dispair in her voice

The room smells of incense and thousand another fragances

The old woman shakes the scarf, folds it and ties its edges twice

And then a sovereign spirit speaks through her voice

One great love is waiting for you, but don't tell nobody about this

You've been carrying your heart empty at the verge of fear

See the way the winkles have fallen, turned down to the north

But I'll trick desinty, and change your fortune