Por trás do espelho quem está 
De olhos fixados nos meus? 
Alguém que passou por cá 
seguiu ao Deus dará 
Deixando os olhos nos meus.

Quem dorme na minha cama 
tenta sonhar meus sonhos? 
Alguém morreu nesta cama 
lá de longe me chama 
Misturado nos meus sonhos.

Tudo o que faço ou não faço 
Outros fizeram assim 
Daí este meu cansaço 
De sentir que quanto faço 
Não é feito só por mim.

Weariness

Behind this mirror, who is that
With his / her gaze fixed on mine?
Someone who had been here among the living
And now is gone somewhere, under the Lord's providence
Leaving his gaze confined in my eyes

Who is that, sleeping in my bed, trying to dream my dreams?
Someone has died right here in this bed and now is calling for me
In the distance, blended in my dreams

Whatever it's what I do or not, many others did the very same
And here's the source of my weariness :
To feel that whatever it's what I try to do,
Many others have tried the very same