O Navio

I only left the crowd on the dock,
The land of mortals,
The confusion,
I sail without a lighthouse, without agony... far away;
And I go in this current,
In the tide,
In the darkness of the slightest consolation,
I wake up in the middle of the sea that gives me chills,
And it flees...

My passion is madness.

I walk...
On a lost journey,
The ship drifts,
Alone.
The evil is not great, it lasts very little;
And when...
My life sinks,
Maybe I am promised... to the world.