| É a verdade que me leva | It is truth itself that draws me forth, |
| É a verdade que me leva | It is truth itself that draws me forth, |
| Perdoa minha alma, meu amor | Forgive my soul, beloved—let me kneel, |
| Na 'scuridão ainda eu 'tou | Within the cloistered dusk I linger still, |
| É a verdade que me leva | It is truth itself that draws me forth, |
| É a verdade que me leva | It is truth itself that draws me forth, |
| Perdoa minha alma, meu amor | Forgive my soul, beloved—let me kneel, |
| De fingir me desanimou | The masque has worn the marrow from my will, |
| Andalé, Andalé | Andalé, Andalé—horizons flare and reel, |
| Sun slowly slept away | The sun, like honey, melted into sleep, |
| Didn’t have nowhere to go but down | No stairway waited—only downward sweep, |
| That life wasn’t up to me | That life, a river, ran beyond my keep, |
| I wish being sad was just a trend I wish I could start again | Would sorrow were a fashion soon to fade, that I might step anew through morning’s gate, |
| I wish on the inside would be more than just a man | Would I within be sculpted more than clay, |
| É a verdade que me leva | It is truth itself that draws me forth, |
| É a verdade que me leva | It is truth itself that draws me forth, |
| Perdoa minha alma, meu amor | Forgive my soul, beloved—let me kneel, |
| Na 'scuridão ainda eu 'tou | Within the cloistered dusk I linger still |