Travessia [English translation]

When you left, my life was turned into night

I'm strong but today I inevitably had to cry

My house is not really mine nor this place belongs to me

I'm alone and I can't hold it inside, I have so many things to say

I let my voice out on the road, I don't want to stop

My way is made of stones, how am I supposed to dream?

A dream made of breeze that the wind comes to kill

I'll put an end to my weeping, I'll wish to die

I keep on with life and little by little I forget about you

I don't want to die anymore, there's so much to live for!

I want to love again, and if it doesn't work I won't suffer

I dream no longer, now I make my living with my own arms

I let my voice out on the road, I don't want to stop

My way is made of stones, how am I supposed to dream?

A dream made of breeze that the wind comes to kill

I'll put an end to my weeping, I'll wish to die

• Artist:Milton Nascimento