Canção De Amor E Piedade [English translation]

Look, you are the dressing on the wound

So bruised and sore

That still brings into the chest

Without closing, without healing

And that denies the simple right

Of going to my life

And to turn this page bitter and broken.

You know, love is not constant

It is a half-truth

That at certain times

Comes from the mouth without mercy

In fragments of pure strategy

Just to survive the disease without a cure

That leaves a furrow of pain and pleasure.

How I wish I could

Love you with all my being

But am too busy to suffer

My dear, give me a hug

And help me to forget

Watering my poor desert

The seems to grow

When the other is not close.

Look, I want here to promise

My counterfeit heart

Is going to deserve this undeserved love

Until then you are just a balm

For my downcast pride

But if you can wait

Maybe one day I can love you.

• Artist:Cristina Branco
• Album:Fado Tango