Madalena

Crying, as I used to cry
No one can cry
Loving, as I used to love
No one should love.

I cried so much it was pitiful,
For the love of Madalena
But she, she left me
And thus withered in my garden
This beautiful flower.

And Madalena was
Like a saving angel
That I adored with faith.
A boat without a rudder
Lost at sea,
I am Madalena
Without your love.