Como o tempo corre [English translation]

In the sky of stars washed

By moonlight that kisses the ground

Is born a bluish gray

That warms my heart

As time dries the tears

Numbs the pain itself

And I see with disenchantment

Spending the time of love

In its passage everything takes

In the fury of the storm

If part never arrives

Yearning arrives in its place

My God, how time flies

At this time of my life

It seems that time dies

Even before birth

• Artist:Ana Moura
• Album:Aconteceu - dentro de casa (2004)