E Se Tivesse Dado Certo

Comings and goings of the sea light
Summer nights
The stars fall from the sky
They are vain loves

They will die, finally, in the sea
And wash their hands
Turn off the light of the pier
And the memories

And if what passed came back?
If a storm didn't rain down?
And if love wasn't mistreated?
And there was no end?

If we were what we are today?
If the path and pain were lighter?
And if, finally, everything we dreamed of had worked out?

I kept for myself
In my heart
It's only mine. It's only yours
They belong to loneliness...