Preso entre o sono e o sonho [English translation]

No flower's name is worth to name you

There's no garden which you can blossom in

I will quench my yearnigs

when my eyes lays on you

Here rests the silence that calls you.

Drawing a long eyedash line upon my face,

my eyes get closed at the burn of the light

that pours over this bed I'm rolling in

A book waits for me in sadness

laying half open by my side

and captive between my sleep and my dreaming

Neither open, neither closed

There's no way I can head to

There's no voice, welling up within me,

worth to say your name

There's no flower which has your beauty

• Artist:Ana Moura
• Album:Guarda-me a vida na mão (2003)