Retrato em Branco e Preto [English translation]

I already know the steps of this road

I know that it won't get anywhere

I know your secrets from memory

I already recognize the rocks along the road

I also know that standing there alone

I'll stay, much worse

What can I do against the enchantment

Of this love that I deny so much

Avoid so much

And meanwhile

Always returns to enchant

With the same sad old facts

That in a photo album

I persist to collect.

There I go again like a fool

In search of desolation

From which I'm tired of knowing

New sad days, bright nights

Verses, letters, my dear

I still return to write for you

To say that this is sin

And I have a bruised heart

With memories from the past

And you know the reason

I'll collect one more sonnet

and another portrait in black and white

Mistreating my heart