nestes tempos conturbados
onde o profano elitiza
gostava de saber dos fados
e de quem os preconiza

o belo torna-se fútil
o feio já não existe
tanta hipocrisia… nada de útil
mas o mundo ainda (lhe) resiste

All the tears that I’ve cried
At the silent lonely moments…
I wish they go their way
I just hope I died
So I could fade away

If a look could kill
I’ll certainly not be here
Sitting around at this hill
Earring you whisper at my ear