Pájaros de Portugal [English translation]

They didn't know the sea

and they craved it so sadly

that on TV, birds from Portugal

without course nor bird seed

nor papers.

He told her let's go,

where responded to him

crying,

far from the high altar,

on a terribly poor sailing boat

in a bottle.

Take off the indigo

fold of the tuberose soul

jacket.

Return to me the month of April,

they were called Abélard and Héloïse,

bastard archangels of haste.

They illuminated the morning dying of cold,

they wrapped themselves up with a good sense of delirium

yours and mine back at home,

how empty anxiety leaves.

How much shame their parents will have.

Without wings to fly,

deserters from secondary school,

and in the bed, birds from Portugal,

barely two minutes

bad name.

Later the Civil Guard

seized their effort

and their smile, the postcards from Estoril

without lodging, without defence

and without visa.

They were called Abélard and Héloïse.

They swam underwater against Everest

and they were drowned,

nobody taught them how to deserve

the support from the Virgin of Solitude,

how small is the light from the lighthouse

They swam underwater against Everest

and they were drowned,

nobody taught them how to deserve

the support from the Virgin of Solitude,

how small is the light from the lighthouse

of whom dreams of freedom.

• Artist:Joaquin Sabina
• Album:Alivio de luto