Meu primeiro amor (Lejania)

Longing, a sad word when one loses a great love
On the long road of life, I go crying my pain

Like a butterfly sadly wandering over the flower
Your name always on my lips, I will call wherever I go
You don't even remember hearing the voice of this sufferer
Who begs for your affection, just a little of your love

My first love
Ended so soon, only left the pain
In this heart of mine

My first love
Was like a flower that bloomed
And soon died

In this loneliness
Without joy, what eases me
Are my sad sighs
Are tears of pain
That fall from my eyes
It's because I know well that the one I loved so much
I will never see