Sereia Louca [English translation]

She wanted to wear shoes, dance in heels

Kiss the lips of a man, wander into the bush

She wanted to shed her scales and tear off her fins

Until human legs grew out from her flesh

Get to know sweet, bitter and sour

Where she was it was all salty, blued, and watery

Break open the tank, leave Atlantis for good

And with her hymns she prayed to sailors for help

But her singing was screaming that they couldn't bear

And only Odysseus had lived through hearing her

Her singing was a spell mourned out like fado

That brought lost ships to the other side

I have a conch shell that whispers strange things into my ear...

Her voice was free, unlike her

The way she'd always wished for her body to be

And in singing out her dream and fantasy

She was like an usher for souls

Strong as a bucking horse, like a scythe

She'd trespass ice-cold into the deep silence of the night

While her melody, just like the sea spray

Wrapped the great length of her entourage in wonder

The low tide comes bearing in cold water

Her melancholy and fear of death

Do tears not come from the same saltwater?

She'd scream between the sea and the star of dawn

I have a sponge heart that swells with sadness...

I'll be the madwoman who'll try to leave the sea behind

With the courage of those who leave their habitat

I'll be the madwoman who'll scream, cry, roar

Flail my arms, struggle until I succeed

I'll be the madwoman who'll miss the sea,

Miss the air that envelopes this place

Whenever they say that a madwoman is better mute than hoarse

I'll strip naked, for clothes restrict breathing

And I'll scream even louder upon this hanging stage

For my silence would be worse than my singing

Do tears not come from the same saltwater?

She'd scream between the sea and the star of dawn

And I'll scream even louder upon this hanging stage

For my silence would be worse than my singing