Venho de longe, Lisboa [English translation]

I come to you with open hands;

As if they were suffering from fright:

I carry the flame of all poets

Under a veil of tears...

I come to you with my hands clenched,

As if they were made out of fog;

I carry the bloom of all dawns

In my foamy mane!

I come from far away, Lisbon,

To flow into your bosom

With my canoe-shaped body,

Shrouded by the space.

I come from far away, Lisbon,

To seek shelter in your quay

With my felucca-shaped body,

Undressed by the storms!

I come to your empty-handed,

I've lost my dreams along the road;

I want to place the days I've left

On your linen dress.

I come to you barefoot,

As if my feet were made out of wind;

I'm the shadow of two arms

In the shop of oblivion...

Only you know my name:

That's why I place my trust in you!

With fados, kill my hunger;

With sorrows, drive the cold away...

I want to drift in your sleep,

Like the seagull above the river

That has lived to escape all masters,

That has died out of defiance!

[Instrumental]

I want to drift in your sleep,

Like the seagull above the river

That has lived to escape all masters,

That has died out of defiance!

• Artist:Mísia (Portugal)
• Album:Ruas: Lisboarium (2009)