The language is so expressive and Fado (Destiny, Fate) could only be expressed in Portuguese.

Rain (Chuva)

The ordinary things in life don´t make me homesick

Only the memories that hurt or make you smile.

There are people who stay in the history of history of people

And others who we do not even remember hearing the name

They are emotions that add life to the nostalgia that bring

Those ones that had you and I have lost

There are days that move the soul and life of the people

And one where you left me I can not forget

The rain soaked my cold and tired face

The streets that the city had, since I had traveled through

My lost child lament shouted to the city that

The fire of love died in the rain just a a moment ago

The rain heard and kept my secret to the city

And here it is…rain hittting the glass and bringing me nostalgia

The rain…