Há um lugar onde a tempesatade não te alcance?
Onde a tormenta do adeus não te cause desepero?
Há algum lugar onde possamos nos enconder da feia vingança do destino?
Onde poderemos ir sem sentir medo?
Acorde do passado uma lembrança, lembre sempre com afeto desse olhar,
Porque o presente depende da memória que se alcança
Em um sonho que não queremos despertar.

My pain is painting these walls in red...
Turning everything as gray as my lips, dead...
I'm trying to get in the depths of my mind,
turning my guts inside out.
Tossing and turning, these thoughts everlast...
I struggle to float, I dive in instead.

You know that is pain when there's no tears to cry,
You know it's gone when the hurt grows strong,
You know you're left behind when everything else has moved on...
The furniture is new, these walls are new
And that woman lying in bed isn't you!

To get rid of you is giving up on who I used to be...

Maybe that's why I just feel like not doing so...

Will I ever do it?Forgive me if I can't let it go,

You will always be someone who knew me before my death

and after my resurrection.