Triste Sina [English translation]

Sea of unhappiness without tides

Where there is no sign of any port.

From end to end the sky is the color of ash

And a world discomforted

On the quadrant of this sea, that goes ripping,

On the horizon, ahead always wind,

There is an agonizing dream

Slowly, sadly...

Hands and arms, for what?

And for what, my five senses?

If we don't embrace or see each other,

Both lost.

Oh the life that takes me

Wrecked in a turbulent sea,

With my childish dreams.

Sad fate!

By the rocks crushed

And is lost where it takes my dream

then became a fringe of foam

Dissolving in mist

In my way of smiling I became vengeful

At the sadness, that to you, I'm nothing

My sir of all and always,

Having been all, now you're nothing !