Kalon kakon

Eu Prometeu

Prometo segurar-te

A chama 

Até que os homens 

Os outros homens 

Os de ferro

Te enferrujem essa urna

Onde guardas

A esperança minha

O mal de seres a beleza 

Terrível dos meus dias

Eu Prometeu

Prometo segurar-te

A chama 

Até que as minhas 

Mãos ardam 

E eu seja livre

Terrivelmente livre 

Do teu mal 

Tão belo.

The Spin of the World

There could be no reason 

In the non-place between

A vast lust

And a castle's obsession

With being a wall

Against any 

Invasion

Not at sea

Not on land

Not in the air

There will never be enough

Arguments against 

The cruelty of the world

As long as we can hold hands

And as long as I walk

And the world

Spins

To the sound of drums

Or to the sound of a cry 

There will never be enough 

Rings in the sky

Or wells so deep in the air

And I'll never succumb

To this damn world 

Even if it stops 

Spinning