Que Nem Jiló

If we remember just to remember
The love we once lost
Longing, that's how it is good
For a man to convince himself
That he's happy without knowing
Because he hasn't suffered

But if we live dreaming
About someone we wish to see again
Longing, then, is bad
I can tell you that
I live crazy suffering

Oh, how I wish to return
To the arms of my darling
Longing like this makes one ache
And bitter like jiló
But no one can say
They saw me sad and crying
Longing, my remedy is to sing