Porquê [English translation]

Tell me the wind that comes

From bands I do not know where

That look for but have no

Idea where it hides

That passion that was mine

And to my cry does not respond.

Hills and valleys run,

to the ends of the earth,

So distant and hidden

all in profound silence.

And these my five senses

I moan every second.

At night you run from the moon,

In the daytime the sun doesn't see you.

There isn't anyone whom posses

The reason of this why

And my living continues

To be at your mercy.

I know you exist because you exist

And because you were truth.

And like truth you resist

This great longing.

Make happy my sad eyes

And back, do my will.

• Artist:Carminho
• Album:Canto (11.2014)