Estranha Forma de Vida [English translation]

It was by the will of God

That I live in this anxiety.

Where all sighs are mine alone,

Where all longing belongs to me.

Such a strange manner of being

Does my heart possess;

It exists in a lost form;

Who gave it this magic?

Such a strange manner of being.

Independent heart,

A heart I do not control:

It finds itself lost among us,

Stubbornly bleeding,

Oh, independent heart.

I will accompany you no longer:

Stop, cease your beating.

If you know not your destination,

Why must you insist on running?

I will accompany you no longer.

• Artist:Amália Rodrigues