Mar revolto

São ondas e ondas atrás de ondas
Ondas de um mar rosado
Ondas, harmonicas ondas
Visão minha de apaixonado.

Screams

My heart cries, Oh how he cries...
I can hear his tears fall to the floor, round and bloody,
in a despairing sound...

My soul screams, oh how my soul screams...
Its deafening screech echoes through the morning like a banshee's...

Knives shatter them both, ripping them like flesh.

My soul and my heart cry.... and I keep silent, hearing them over and over again....