Triste sina [English translation]

Sea of grieves without tides,

Where there's not a single sign of a port.

From end to end, the sky is grey

And the world is hardship,

In the quadrant of this sea, which keeps touching

Horizons that always look the same... Before me,

There's a dream that agonizes

Slowly, sorrowfully...

[Chorus:]

Hands and arms, what's the point of having them?

And what's the point of my five senses,

If people don't embrace and don't see each other,

The both of them lost?

Vessel of life, you who lead me

As I sink in a sea of shadows,

With my childhood dreams:

Sorrowful fate!

The wave of this dream crashed into

And was lost amidst the rocks;

Later on, all that was left was a strip of foam

That disintegrated into mist...

In the way in which I smile, was highlighted

The sorrow of never having been kissed by you,

Master of both my everything and my forever:

Being everything, you are nothing!

[Chorus:]

Hands and arms, what's the point of having them?

And what's the point of my five senses,

If people don't embrace and don't see each other,

The both of them lost?

Vessel of life, you who lead me

As I sink in a sea of shadows,

With my childhood dreams:

Sorrowful fate!

• Artist:Cuca Roseta
• Album:Luz (2017)