Há Uma Música Do Povo

There's a song of the people,
I don't even know if it's a Blues
That when I hear it, there's a new rhythm
In the being I have kept

Listening, I am who I would be
If wishing was being
It's a simple melody
Of those that are learned to live

But it's so comforting
The vague and sad song
That my soul no longer cries
And I have no heart

I am a foreign emotion,
An error of a gone dream
I sing in any way
And end with a meaning!