Que dizer de nós [English translation]

The shadow hangs over me for days

In a slow ramble

Hands folded empty

Over one's regret

What is there to say of our love?

Time is waiting

Seconds whirl

In pursuit of us

Like an abyss dark and deep

That attracts me so the being and the voice

There is no more than a lost

Grievous lament

Lost eyes wander

Looking without seeing, blind

Round phrases sigh

Becoming the voice I deny

What is there to say of our love?

Everything is hidden

Everything is narrow and cramped in us

The margin of blame

As the shadow I gave myself

That attracts me so the being and the voice

There is no more than a lost

Grievous lament

What is there to say of our love?

Everything is hidden

Everything is narrow and cramped in us

The margin of blame

As the shadow I gave myself

That attracts me so the being and the voice

There is no more than a lost

Grievous lament

• Artist:Ana Moura
• Album:Leva-me aos fados (2009)