Última Lembrança

I will love you always, always, beyond life
I will love you far beyond our goodbye
I will love you with hope already extinguished
That my lips may touch yours

When I die, may God allow that, at that moment
You hear in the distance the singing of the lark
It will be my soul that, in a sad song, cries
And in that sorrow, pronounces your name

I will live eternally in the songs
Of the poor madmen who make a nest of verse
I will live for the glory of sorrows
Where I almost succumbed in your caresses

I will live eternally in the songs
Of the poor madmen who make a nest of verse
I will live for the glory of sorrows
Where I almost succumbed in your caresses

I will live in the guitar that falls at night
Before the window of the silent dawn
I will live like a shadow in your shadow
Like poetry poured on your path

For time will not erase our loves
That blossomed from the feverish and gentle illusion
When I die, I will live in your pains
But taking you in my last memory

I will live eternally in the songs
Of the poor madmen who make a nest of verse
I will live for the glory of sorrows
Where I almost succumbed in your caresses

I will live eternally in the songs
Of the poor madmen who make a nest of verse
I will live for the glory of sorrows
Where I almost succumbed in your caresses