Helena Penna - Triste

Sad is to live in solitude
Far from your tranquil altitude
Sad is to know that no one ever can live on a dream
That never will be, will never be
Dreamer awake, wake up and see

Your beauty is an aeroplane
So high, my heart can't bear the strain
A heart that stops when you pass by only to cause me pain
Sad is to live in solitude