A Janela do Meu Peito

There goes playing, by the hand of a chimera
That girl who was me, always smiling
As if life were an eternal spring
And there were no pains in the world to feel

The laughter comes to rest on the window
And hearing them, I feel more sorry for myself
Oh, how I wish I could still laugh like her
But when I laugh, I no longer know how to laugh like that

I have the window of my chest
Open to the past
All made of fado singers and fado
The soul peeks out the window
The past goes by
And seeing itself there, the soul starts to cry
In this parade that passes
Nostalgia remains alone
Even grace has lost the grace it had
Disappointments I had
Fill the street... There they are
And people live from the times that have passed

There comes swaggering in her small step
Black mane, tight pants
How we've changed, you who were everything to me
Today in my eyes, you are little more than nothing

Your jokes of wit and irony
Were from the street, they went from mouth to mouth
I, seeing you, I don't know what I felt
Perhaps madness, that was crazy for you