Amigo Amado
Alaíde Costa
Beloved Friend
I will know how to hide my love
Like the night hides the flower
That fills its garden with aroma
Will I know, in endless silence
To hide the moonlight
Of this dream in which I live?
Friend that I will never have
You are, however, only mine
Beloved that love did not give me
Let me dream of you
Friend that is part of me
Since you cannot be mine
Ah, let me dream
Like the nocturnal flower
And in your garden
Let me die of love
