Solidão

I suffer in silence, in loneliness
I keep with me the memory
Of your figure in vain
I did everything for you
And the result: disillusionment.

The day passes, the night comes,
The solution to this case
I got tired of searching
I will pray, for you to want me
Once again,
Like you did one day.

When the longing tightens,
Don't be shy with me,
You can look for me.