Ontem Ao Luar

Yesterday in the moonlight
Both of us in complete solitude
You asked me
What was the pain of a passion

I said nothing
I remained calm like this
But gazing at the blue of the sky
I showed you the blue moon

Showing it to you, I felt a tear running from my eyes
A snowy tear, and so I answered you
I smiled for having the pleasure
Of seeing the tear in your suffering eyes

The pain of passion has no explanation
How to define what I only know how to feel?
It is necessary to suffer to know
What the heart does not want to say

Ask the mischievous and so playful moon
Crying at night in the all-blue wave
Ask the moon of the sea the song
What mystery lies in the pain of a passion

If you want to know what love is
Feel its warmth
The extremely bitter taste of its sweetness

Climb the hill by the sea in the moonlight
Listen to the wave crying on the tearful sand

Listen to the silence
Speaking in solitude
Of a silent heart
Suffering to shed its tears

Listen to the perennial cry
The silent universal pain
And the greatest pain
Which is the pain of God

If you want to know more
To know the source of my sighs
Put your ear here on the rosy flower of the heart
Listen to the restlessness of the melancholic pulse
Seek to know the reason
Why it lives so sadly sighing
Palpitating in desperation
In the stubbornness of loving an insensitive heart
That will not tell anyone the ungrateful heart it holds
But that will inevitably lead it to the grave