Havia a solidão da prece no olhar triste Como se os seus olhos fossem as portas do pranto Sinal da cruz que persiste, os dedos contra o quebranto E os búzios que a velha lançava sobre um velho manto À espreita está um grande amor mas guarda segredo Vazio tens o teu coração na ponta do medo Vê como os búzios caíram virados p'ra norte Pois eu vou mexer o destino, vou mudar-te a sorte (bis) Havia um desespero intenso na sua voz O quarto cheirava a incenso, mais uns quantos pós A velha agitava o lenço, dobrou-o, deu-lhe dois nós E o seu padre santo falou usando-lhe a voz Some of a lonely pray in her sad look As though her eyes were doors to her tears One sign of the cross as usual, her fingers crossed protecting against the spell and there spread the winkles she tossed over an worn old mantle One great love is waiting for you, but don't tell anybody about this You've been carrying your heart empty at the verge of fear See the way the winkles have fallen, turned down to the north But I'll trick the destiny, and change your fortune There was some of an intense dispair in her voice The room smells of incense and thousand another fragances The old woman shakes the scarf, folds it and ties its edges twice And then a sovereign spirit speaks through her voice