Aquela janela virada pró mar [English translation]

Even if I live to be a hundred,

I won't be able to forget

That ship that I watched capsize

In the estuary's mouth, as I tried to get lost

And that window that faces the sea!

I don't know how many times I came down the Tagus,

And sailed out to the sea with a bleeding soul

Carrying, in my mind, those lips that I envy

And that window that faces the sea...

Sailor from the high seas,

When the waves, one after the other,

Get ready to assail you

To sink your ship in the sea foam,

Watch the keel as it dances on the crest

Of those gigantic waves that want to swallow it...

If you're not careful, you won't lay eyes again

On that window that faces the sea!

If it had even more (waves),

The more powerful they'd come

While reminding me, in moonlit nights,

Of those mischievous eyes that were awaiting

In that window that faces the sea!

But destiny wanted that my behemoth,

So old and tired, would end up stranded

In the estuary's mouth and, curiously, just in front

Of that window that faces the sea!

Sailor from the high seas,

Watch the waves one after the other,

Getting ready to assail you

Amidst mountains of white foam!

No matter how much they dance in a frenzied orgy,

They don't come with the desire to torment me,

As does that crazy girl that I left one good day

By that window that faces the sea...

[Instrumental]

Sailor from the high seas,

Watch the waves one after the other,

Getting ready to assail you

Amidst mountains of white foam!

No matter how much they dance in a frenzied orgy,

They don't come with the desire to torment me,

As does that crazy girl that I left one good day

By that window that faces the sea...

• Artist:Tristão da Silva
• Album:Aquela janela virada pró mar (1956)