Les déséspérés [English translation]

They hold hands and walk in silence

In these extinguished towns that the drizzle balances

Only their steps sound, hummed step by step

They march in silence, the desperate ones

They burned their wings, they have lost their branches

So wrecked that death seems white

They return love, they woke

They walk in silence, the desperate ones

And I know their way to be walked

More than a hundred times, a hundred times more than half

Less old or more ravaged, they will finish it

They walk in silence, desperate ones.

Slow under the bridge the water is soft and deep

Here's the good hostess, here is the end of the world

They mourn their names as newlyweds

And founded in silence, desperate ones.

That one rises who throws the first stone

They do not know the love that the verb "to love"

On the bridge there is nothing but a mist

It is forgotten in silence, those who hoped.

• Artist:Cristina Branco
• Album:fado / tango