Por trás do espelho quem está De olhos fixados nos meus? Alguém que passou por cá E seguiu ao Deus dará Deixando os olhos nos meus.
Quem dorme na minha cama E tenta sonhar meus sonhos? Alguém morreu nesta cama E 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