Preso entre o sono e o sonho [English translation]

A flower does not give you a name

There's no garden that grows you

I will sate my hunger

When I gaze down on you

A silence that calls you

And the eyes in a long glance

Close themselves to light that pours

On my unsettled bed

A book waits mournful

Ajar, by my side

Caught between the sleep and the dream

Neither open, nor closed

There is no path to take

There is no voice known in me

That comes to give you a name

There is no flower that looks like you