Trovas

Who feels pity of my fado

Can see how I have been

At night, always awake,

At day, always dreaming,

Love disturbed me so much

That I hate this contrasting:

When I wish to cry I sing

When I wish to sing I cry

I don't know

if I die of if I live

Owner of other gazes

Only yours has made me slave

Thus, the naked truth

Contains this torment:

If my soul is not yours

It will not be anyone's.