Rasga o Coração (Choros No.10)

If you want to see the vastness of sky and sea
Reflecting the prism of sunlight
Tear the heart
Come lean in
Over the expanse of my pain

Savor every scent
That’s wafting through
The thorny blooms of my suffering
See if you can read in their pulses
The white illusions and what it whispers in its moans

And what it can’t tell you in its palpitations
Softly heard, sweetly beating
Chaste and purple in a twilight tremor
Purer than a chaste vestal

Tear what you’re meant to see
Inside the pain sobbing
Under the weight of a cross of tears crying
Angels singing
Divine prayers
God keeping time with their poor sighs