Havia a solidão da prece no olhar triste
Como se os seus olhos fossem as portas do pranto
Sinal da cruz que persiste, os dedos contra o quebranto
E os búzios que a velha lançava sobre um velho manto
À espreita está um grande amor mas guarda segredo
Vazio tens o teu coração na ponta do medo
Vê como os búzios caíram virados p’ra norte
Pois eu vou mexer o destino, vou mudar-te a sorte (bis)
Havia um desespero intenso na sua voz
O quarto cheirava a incenso, mais uns quantos pós
A velha agitava o lenço, dobrou-o, deu-lhe dois nós
E o seu padre santo falou usando-lhe a voz
Some of a lonely pray in her sad look
As though her eyes were doors to her tears
One sign of the cross as usual, her fingers crossed protecting against the spell
and there spread the winkles she tossed over an worn old mantle
One great love is waiting for you, but don't tell anybody about this
You've been carrying your heart empty at the verge of fear
See the way the winkles have fallen, turned down to the north
But I'll trick the destiny, and change your fortune
There was some of an intense dispair in her voice
The room smells of incense and thousand another fragances
The old woman shakes the scarf, folds it and ties its edges twice
And then a sovereign spirit speaks through her voice