Partir É Morrer Um Pouco

Goodbye, partners of revelry
Of glasses and nights out
Goodbye shadows of the city
Goodbye languor of guitars
Song of frustrated hopes
Dawn of longing

My heart like crazy
Wants to tear me from my chest
Turns the voice into a sob
Leaving is dying a little
The soul in a certain way
Expiring within us

Sorrows fly into pieces
Like birds that never tire
Illusions scattered in the air
Leaving is reaching out
To dreams that are out of reach
Whose destiny is to stay

I leave my soul at the dock
From afar, I tire of signs
Made of tears running
Who dies, no longer suffers
But who leaves is too much pain
It's much worse than dying