Cuidei que tinha morrido [English translation]

As I was walking by the brook,

Where I sometimes lean over to watch,

Someone looked at my body from head to toe,

Bent as if I were sobbing.

Dark eyes that are so weary,

Roots that are just like mine:

My love, whenever you hold me in your arms,

It's so fortunate that you divine them!

My love, whenever you hold me in your arms...

Such pallour on that face

Under the sheet of moonlight;

Just like the face of he who, at sunset,

Begins to die...

Thus, they advised me

To lose all my senses.

But later, upon looking in the mirror,

I made sure that I had died!

I made sure that I had died!