O Moço Velho

I am an open book without stories
An uncertain dream without memories
Of my past that remained
I am a friendly port without ships
A sea, shelter to many rivers
I am simply what I am

I am an old young man
Who has lived a lot
Who has suffered everything
And has died young

I am a young old man
Who didn't live early
Who didn't suffer much
But didn't die completely

I am someone free
I am not a slave and never was a master
I am simply a man
Who still believes in love

I am an old young man
Who has lived a lot
Who has suffered everything
And has died young

I am an old man, a young old man
Who didn't live early
Who didn't suffer much
But didn't die completely

I am someone free
I am not a slave and never was a master
I am simply a man
Who still believes in love