Gaivota

If a seagull were
In this Lisbon sky
In the drawing I made
In that sky where the gaze
It's a wing that doesn't fly
It fades and falls into the sea

What a perfect heart
In my chest drumming
My love in your hand
In that hand where it fit
Perfect my heart

If a Portuguese sailor
Wanderer of the seven seas
Maybe it was the first
Telling me whatever you made up
If a look of new brightness
In my gaze it was intertwined

What a perfect heart
In my chest drumming
My love in your hand
In that hand where it fit
Perfect my heart

If when saying goodbye to life
All the birds in the sky
Give me the farewell
Your final look
That look that was only yours
Love that you were the first

What a perfect heart
Would die in my chest
My love in your hand
In that hand where it fit
Perfect my heart

My love in your hand
In that hand where perfect
My heart beat