A Chamada da Néboa

What do we know that they don't?
The stones, the frost, and the sun
Or the echoes of sound

Words of the moonlight
Kisses from beyond
And the whispers of the fairies
Send off the chill

The next morning
The next sunset
Restlessness in the air
And tears on the ground

Let's call the fogs
That carry the light, for it's my job
To pass it to your hands

Looking around
Beyond the willows
There's nothing left
But to leave this home

Let's leave this land to the daughters of the sea
Who make love
And fight the pain