Sete cidades [English translation]

I have gotten used to your voice

To your face and your gaze

They split me in two

And I now look for what’s my other half

When you are not here,

I miss myself

And I miss my body next to yours

My heart is so rough and so poor

It still doesn't know the ways of the world

When you are not here,

I am afraid of myself

And I miss your body next to mine

Come quickly to me

Because I don't know how to wait

We already made too many promises

And I have gotten used to your voice

When I’m with you I’m at peace

When you are not here

My spirit gets lost, it flies far away

(Away!)

(Away…)