Os Solitários [English translation]

In the cool plain I stop in silence:

A dull sun sets in the west.

Pale, the moon looms in the firmament.

In smoke the dewy earth expands

In tight fields, under the hot summer

And fleeting, lurks the eternal ice;

It is Winter in a charade of Summer .

Still the cowbells are heard jingling

Still the irregular rails are seen

The wagon, this, is seen no more.

Yes, everything passes, disappears…

And, nevertheless, it inspires tenderness,

What little there was

It is not enough to live.

• Artist:Cristina Branco
• Album:O Descobridor