Até Pensei [English translation]

Near my street there was a grove

That a high wall enclosed

There, every balloon fell

Every apple was born

And the owner of the grove did not see

From the other side much adventure

And I peering into the dark night

Plucked up this trinket

Happiness was so easily come by

That, foolishly, I even thought it was mine

There with me lived my beloved

With eyes as clear as the day

There my look dwelt

And the owner of the eyes did not see

From the other side so much happiness

And in the expectation of tenderness

That the cheating was never apparent to me

I was poor, so poorly cared for

That, foolishly, I even thought it was mine

All the pain of life taught me this trinket

That, foolishly, I even thought was mine

• Artist:António Zambujo
• Album:Até Pensei Que Fosse Minha