Viramos Pó? [English translation]

Why is it

That every sad love song comes to call us?

Why is it

That all of them speak about us? Why is it?

And who will say that behind the sea always lies another sea

Another sky

Where the song fits between the pencil and the sheet?

Why is it

That the rain always finds and soaks our feet?

Why is it

That I don't know who I am and who you are?

Who will know

How to heal the pain and set these grudges free?

Or are we all alone, howling at a Moon that's not there?

It's sad not to tell

And not to want

It's good to get lost

And to find you

Why is it

That the whole world now makes us cry?

Why is it

That these people scream and don't know how to listen?

When will

This endless and groundless sky fall down?

We became dust, the fine dust of a idea that's not there...

It's sad not to tell

And not to want

It's good to get lost

And to find you

It's sad not to tell

And not to want

It's good to get lost

And to find you