Canção Final

Oh! if I loved you, and how much!
But it wasn't that much.
Even the gods stumble
in arithmetic nonsense.

I measure the past with a ruler
that exaggerates distances.
Everything so sad, and the saddest
is not feeling any sadness.

It's not to venerate the codes
of mating and suffering.
It's living in spare time
without any mirage left.

Now I'm leaving. Or am I being taken?
Or is it in vain to go or not go?
Oh! if I loved you, and how much,
I mean, not that much.