Retrato Em Branco e Preto [English translation]

I know the steps of this road by now

I know it leads nowhere

Its secrets I know by heart

I already know the stones of this path

And I also know that there, alone

I'll be much worse off

What can I do against the charm

Of this love that I deny so much, avoid so much

And yet it always returns bewitching again?

With its same old sad facts

That in a photo album I keep gathering

Here I go again like a fool

seeking the grief

I've grown weary of knowing

New sad days, sleepless nights

Verses, letters, my dear, I shall write you again

To tell you this is a sin

I bear a heart so branded

with memories from the past and you know why

I'm gonna gather yet another sonnet,

yet another black and white portrait

ill-treating my heart.