Aquela Janela Virada Pro Mar

A hundred years that I live I can't forget
That ship I saw sinking
At the mouth of the Bar trying to lose myself
And that window facing the sea

I don't know how many times I went down this Tejo
And went out to sea with a bleeding soul
Carrying in my mind the lips I envy
And that window facing the sea

Sailor of the High Sea
When the waves one by one
Prepare an assault on you
To turn your boat into foam

I notice the keel dancing on the crest
Of the giant waves that want to swallow it
If you're not careful, you won't see
That window facing the sea

If there were even stronger ones
I would run remembering
In nights of gentle moonlight
The mischievous eyes that were waiting
At that window facing the sea

But fate wanted my mastodon
Already old and tired to run aground
At the mouth of the bar and right in front
Of that window facing the sea

Sailor of the high sea
Look at the waves one by one
Preparing an assault among heaps of white foam
No matter how they dance in a wild orgy
They don't bring desires to torture me
Like that crazy one I left one day
At that window facing the sea