Quatro Caminhos [English translation]

Four paths open

To predict any trip

Gained through four points

Of the compass of the winds

Four paths lost

Who knows whether they even existed

They are on the track of other steps

That are not to be used.

Four paths of waiting

For time that they bring

Two were given to life

And the other two to dying;

Four paths traced

Here in the palm of your hand

They predict life and death

Days of yes and days of no.

Four paths stolen

By the thieves that come in our dreams

Figures, monsters, ghosts

That persecute us, gruesome ones

Four paths ploughed

Through the terrain of my breast

After so much toil

Was born a perfect love.

• Artist:Ana Laíns
• Album:Quatro Caminhos