Tua Canção Preferida [English translation]

The most ancient stars

Shine much more beautifullly at your side

In your car the casette player

Plays the same tape that you chose

To pass the weekend

Teaches me to lay on the ground and read the sky

There, where all love dwells

The meeting point between you and I

The radio when it plays

That beautiful song

Wets the eyes and

Postpones farewells

The radio when it plays

Your favorite song

Makes you cry

Makes you cry

In the darkness and in the silence

Every thought is a scream, I know

That reflects and echoes

Inside the walls

That memory has

The radio when it plays

That beautiful song

Wets the eyes and

Postpones farewells

The radio when it plays

Your favorite song

Makes you cry

Makes you cry

The radio when it plays

That beautiful song

Wets the eyes and

Postpones farewells

The radio when it plays

Your favorite song

Makes you cry

Makes you cry