Triste (inglês)
                          
                               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