Eu acordei no meio da noite
E achei que tinha sonhado você,
Pois apenas nos prantos de Orfeu
Alguém assim poderia existir,
Capaz de, com sua inteireza, minha alma suprir.

Dizem que Deus escreve certo por linhas tortas,
E estou começando a acreditar.
Pois, nas curvas sem nexo da minha vida,
As estrelas me guiaram aos únicos olhos que eu poderia amar.

In every poem that I write
I call back to your eyes
Through the Glasses they look at me
Like neon lights on the street
I look, incapable of looking away
A single second under your ray
Cost me a lifetime of faith

You may never know How I feel about your eyes.
I would pray mercy on sight.
That would be end of me and my classes
Died of love for a girl with glasses

Meu lápis só funciona se for para desenhar o seu rosto.
Meu celular só liga se for o seu número.
Minhas noites só têm sonhos se eles contêm você.
Minha poesia só funciona pensando em seu sorriso.

Você me desconectou da minha alma
E a fez de refém,
Guardando em suas palavras a calma
Que meu coração não vive sem.

Eu conhecia ritmos dos quais eu saía a cantar.
Depois de conhecer o seu sorriso, nenhuma é capaz de acompanhar.
Tenho escrito poemas para gastar essa paixão,
Mas, a cada verso que descrevo, caio mais fundo em sua mão.

I'm going crazy in this summer heat,
Like Icarus, I'm falling at your feet.
You made a believer in the afterlife,
Fifty years isn’t enough to witness your sight.
Making you laugh is my sin, my curse, my crime,
I'm now stuck on the curves of your lips when you say goodbye.

How can I love someone that I just met?
I feel like I could find you in a thousand worlds, in a hundred of my lives.
Can't you just see?
Your face was dreamed from the beginning of time,
In every muse of every poet,
In every inspiration of every singer,
The base of every art, the mirror of my soul... love of my life.

I spent a day without you,
And now I feel like a ******.
My eyes can't focus, and my hands are sweaty.
I'm hearing voices, but they don't belong to you.
I see shapes, but none take your form.

Maybe I need some time off
To remember how to see.
You are the flame, I am the moth,
Yet in my dreams, there is only you and me.

My Soul Cried
And the tears became poetry.
The day turned into night,
Yet I can still hear your melody.

In the memories we never lived,
I still dance with you.
In dreams we never had,
I still sleep next to you.

But your silence cuts me deep,
And I still wait for your messages—
Letters on a screen that don’t know me,
Written by people I’ve never seen.

I hear songs I believe you would love,
As if they truly meant something to me.
My ears can only hear your voice,
And now my eyes ache as all my poetry escapes.