I love every waving thing
I spent the flight of my days
spying the sea
I love every waving thing
When I smiled
my teeth were mysterious
there are waves in my soul
The edge of my clothes
was salty and fresh
I love every waving thing
Speak to me of my death
so that I feel a reason to remember
Today I'm afraid of having been
Me encanta cada cosa que agita
Pasé el vuelo de mis días
espiando el mar
Me encanta cada cosa que agita
Cuando sonreí
mis dientes eran misteriosos
hay olas en mi alma
El borde de mi ropa
era salado y fresco
Me encanta cada cosa que agita
Háblame de mi muerte
para que sienta una razón para recordar
Hoy tengo miedo de haber sido
Composição: F. Pessoa