Gaivota

If a seagull came
To bring me the sky of Lisbon
In the drawing it would make
In that sky where the gaze
Is a wing that doesn't fly
It weakens and falls into the sea

What a perfect heart
Would beat in my chest
My love in your hand
In that hand where it fit
Perfectly my heart

If a Portuguese sailor
Of the seven seas wanderer
Were perhaps the first
To tell me what he invented
If a look of new brightness
In my gaze intertwined

What a perfect heart
Would beat in my chest
My love in your hand
In that hand where it fit
Perfectly my heart

If when saying goodbye to life
All the birds in the sky
Gave me the farewell
Your final gaze
That gaze that was only yours
Love that you were the first

What a perfect heart
Would die in my chest
My love in your hand
In that hand where it fit
Perfectly my heart

My love in your hand
In that hand where perfectly
Beat my heart