Por Um Triz [English translation]

That was how you brandished the hot iron

And your face in my mind

It burned like a scar

Of the small body that was almost absent

The sharper and transparent smell

Was for sure the heart of the matter

Let the liquid ferment

Detach the seeds from them

Let's dot the I's and cross the T's

Let the lens of love get bigger

Make while present what is absent

Because one only lives hanging by a thread

Only love can put together again

What desire put apart

The days of yester couldn't dress up

As the days of the future

Only love can erase

What desire concealed

I would create a yesterday

So that tomorrow can exist