Ontem Ao Luar

Yesterday in the moonlight
(Catullo da Paixão Cearense and Pedro Alcântara)

Yesterday, in the moonlight, the two of us in complete solitude
You asked me what was the pain of a passion
I said nothing, I remained calm like this
But, gazing at the blue of the blue sky
I showed you the blue moon
Showing it to you, I felt a snow-white tear running from my eyes
And so, I answered you
I smiled for having the pleasure
Of seeing the tear in the eyes suffering

The pain of passion has no explanation
How to define what I only know how to feel
It is necessary to suffer to know
What the heart does not want to say
Ask the moon, mischievous and so playful
Crying at night in the all-blue wave
Ask the moon, from the sea to the song
What mystery lies in the pain of a passion

If you want to know what love is
And feel its warmth
The extremely bitter taste of its sweetness
Climb a hill by the sea, in the moonlight
Listen to the wave on the tearful sand
Listen to the silence speaking in solitude
Of a silent heart
Suffering, shedding its tears
Listen to the perennial cry
The silent, universal pain
And the greatest pain, which is God's pain

If you want to know more, to know the source of my sighs
Put your ear here on the rosy flower of the heart
Listen to the restlessness of the melancholic pulse
Seek to know the reason
Why it beats so sadly, sighing
Palpitating in desperation
Burning with love for an insensitive heart
That will tell no one in the ungrateful heart where it is
But that fatefully will lead it to the grave