Conciencia [English translation]

She has the magic of a moment of love

and a touch of mystery in her eyes.

Habitually I lose control of myself when she arrives,

I won't be the same again if I kiss her.

Experience tells me that I mustn't love her

and my heart cries out that yes, I must.

Experience holds me back when I'm going to love her

and my heart pushes me towards hell,

to the sweet tender abyss of her kisses.

Chorus:

When a desire seizes one's heart

and experience doesnt get it right,

advice is worthless.

When one tests the result ofloving,

when one learns to feel more than once,

there's no cure but to give wings and sky to love

and make the best of the difficulties.

Experience tells me I must forget her,

and my heart cries out that I can't.

Experience doesn't know it's impossible to do more

when you are again the prisoner of some kisses, of desire, of your heart.

Chorus

My heart tells me

I should love her and give myself unconditionally to her.

But experience cries out to me

that it thinks it's good not to commit that imprudent deed.

My heart tells me

it's better to forget what has happened in the past,

but experience cries

"danger, take care, use your sense".

My heart tells me

don't miss this chance, not for anything,

but experience cries

getting it wrong again can't be coincidence.

My heart tells me:

let in the love which is knocking at your door,

but experience cries:

it'll make you cry, make you suffer, bring disappointment.

My heart tells me:

give up resisting, love will overcome you,

but experience cries:

things are often not what they seem...

My heart tells me

that I must love her,

But experience cries out to me

that it's not time to love, disappointment is unwanted.

My heart tells me

that love is impossible with understanding

but experience cries out:

and so experience and reason can't agree.

• Artist:Gilberto Santa Rosa