Canção Com Lágrimas

I sing to you a month of brooms
A month of death and growth, oh my friend
Like a crystal breaking mournfully
In the depths of disturbed memory

I sing to you a month where sorrow begins
And a heart resting on your absence
I sing a month with tears and Sun, the serious month
In which the beloved dead knock on the door of the poem

Because you told me I wish in Lisbon
I wish in May, then you died
With Lisbon so far away oh my brother so brief
That you will never again light your cigarette in mine

I sing to you Lisbon waiting for you
Your name written with tenderness on the waters
And your portrait on every street where you don't pass
Bringing in the smile the flower of the month of May

Because you told me I wish in May
Because I saw you die I sing to you
Lisbon and the Sun, Lisbon with tears
Lisbon waiting for you oh my brother so brief
I sing to you Lisbon waiting for you