Deserto do Amor
Gian e Giovani
Desert of Love
When I behold this land so dry
And these fissures gaping in the earth
I recall what life's cruel hand
Did to me and my heart's worth
For today, from weeping so greatly
My eyes sinning more than they should
If my face bears such deep-etched lines
My soul holds sorrows understood
Earth, seeing you, I get the impression
That you are a fragment of a poor heart's condition
Earth, no bloom sprouts from your soil
In me, only weeds grow, in love's spoiled coil
But I wasn't always a barren place
I was once soil, nurtured by love's embrace
I was once a field cloaked in green, a garden of vibrant flower
If today I am a desert of sorrow's sting
That life's deep sadness has made me dry and low
It's because no tear is left to me now
From a million my eyes did once bestow
Earth, seeing you, I get the impression
That you are a fragment of a poor heart's condition
Earth, no bloom sprouts from your soil
In me, only weeds grow, in love's spoiled coil