Ismália

When Ismália went mad
She stood in the tower dreaming
She saw a Moon in the sky
She saw another Moon in the sea

In the dream she got lost
She bathed completely in moonlight
She wanted to climb to the sky
She wanted to descend to the sea

And in her delirium
On the tower she began to sing
She was close to the sky
She was far from the sea

And like an angel she leaned
Her wings to fly
She wanted the Moon from the sky
She wanted the Moon from the sea

The wings that God gave her
Flapped wide open
Her soul rose to the sky
Her body descended to the sea

Her soul rose to the sky
Her body descended to the sea
Descended to the sea