A Memória Dos Dias

You ran to say that the day was coming to the doors of nostalgia
And covered the balconies of the city with a thousand flowers

While singing, you hoarsened a thousand songs made in vain
You danced through all the streets intoxicated by Lisbon

You read the classics of time as if they were brand new
And dreaming, you fell asleep in the pleasure of freedom
Inventing a thousand friends
Forgetting old dangers

You woke up startled from your half-wounded dream
From the depths of the nightmare, at the limit of your senses

Sinking in the somewhat painful idea
That they denied you the monstrous your pink plan

And in the fury of the deceived, in the fever of the helpless
In the reason of the mistreated among harsh embraces
In premature delirium
You still remained strong and tough

The spiral of history spins between the claws of agony
Say goodbye, oh my love, for I will return one day

And I leave you a little word to remember me by
Scented by the carnation, tomorrow by the rosemary
I leave you a little word
To remember me