Mourão da Porteira

At the left fence post of the gate
Where I met you to say goodbye
It's my final memory
It's a little verse I wrote on it

You, I know, pass by bumping into it
And the gate slams to warn
You don't remember what that sign is
And you don't even remember to look

Here so far away I pick up the guitar
And start singing my verse
Longing is a pain that doesn't console
The more it hurts, the more we want to remember

Maybe you don't know what longing is
A memory you never felt
Sometimes I want to forget you
This desire wounded my heart

On the day your heart aches
And you start to feel longing
You pass by the fence post crying
And read the verse I wrote on it
You pass by the fence post crying
And read the verse I wrote on it