Brado [English translation]

If it were talked about for hours,

This wind that drives us apart

Would be the greatest burden,

With the power of a bellow

That wears both our throats out.

If it were measured in days,

The whole sea that separates us,

It would take swimming for days

Without anything more than the bellow

Of he who drowns in the waves.

If it were talked about for months,

The sky that doesn't hold us

Would be an unfolded sky,

Multiplied by the bellow

Of a hundred million guitars.

Only in other ways can be told

That which is killing us;

Only by the screams of those who drown

Only by centuries of fado

Only by millennia of nothingness...

• Artist:Camané
• Album:Sempre de Mim