Cuidei Que Tinha Morrido
Amália Rodrigues
I Thought I Had Died
As I walked by the stream
Where I sometimes lean over
Someone stared at me, whole
Bent over like a sob
Dark pupils, so lazy
Roots just like mine
My love, when you embrace me
Do you somehow know my mind?
My love, when you embrace me
What a pallor on that face
Under the moonlight's sheet
Just like someone, in the sun's place
Had been left to bleed
They advised me then, you see
To take away my senses
But then looking in the mirror
I thought I had died
I thought I had died
