Sem Razão [English translation]

My love, don't ask me the motive

For the passion that tortures me

True passion has no reason,

Nor does one pursue it

It is chagrin or bliss

That comes at anytime.

Why I liked you, I don't know!

Because it was nothing I did!

If love became lost,

How am I to blame

For wanting you this way?

Love is not ordered by anyone,

It appears by surprise.

I only know once I saw you

I looked at you and became enamored

No one in this world knows

The nature of love!

No one knows where luck resides,

Nor can we foretell a bad punishment!

And love, when it comes,

We don't know furthermore

What luck it brings along

And love, when it comes,

We don't know furthermore

What luck it brings along

• Artist:Amália Rodrigues