Os meus dias,
sem o teu amor...

É, terra árida sem fruto
para colher, 
o trilho do rio sem agua,
um jardim sem flor,
tempestades com fúria,
a minha revolta com azedume.!

Noites e dias iguais,
o mar sem agua,
a praia sem areia,
a noite sem luar,
o céu sem estrelas.

Caminho sem sentido,
vivo sem vontade,
o meu amor é grande demais...

E tudo é triste inseguro sem ti...

Daria tudo,
por reverter um só dia
do meu passado,
ter-te nos meus braços,
beijar a tua boca,
ouvir a tua voz, amor.!

Que tortura é esta, na minha vida.!
Graça Bica.
(reservado ao direito de autor)

Long was the afternoon,

that my arms,

they stood at the window

A little rain,

a cooler breeze,

they shook mine

thought,

still saved

in the retina in me

I'm so lonely

When I think of you, my love ...

Hours, days, months, and years

wander in the chest yet

awake,

of your love

Tears fall, love ...

I think, what happened?

My love for you!

My chest sobs,

and my soul moaneth,

of so much love that I keep

chest still,

closed.!!!

Graça Bica.

(reserved the copyright)

Les ombres sont restées

si loin devant

de mes yeux!

La lune est apparue

regardons les uns les autres

Mon amour est parti.

cependant.!

Un cri de douleur étranglée,

un poignard cloué sur la poitrine,

mon amour est brisé!

Pas de chemins, pas de vallées,

ni clairières. revenir

Mon amour est parti!

Je te le dirai pour la dernière fois,

Je t'aime, je t'adore!

Je serai en mesure de plus par le coucher du soleil

à tes yeux,

ni entendre, mon valada

d'amour, chante pour toi

Grace Bica

(réservé au droit d'auteur)

The shadows stayed

so far ahead

of my eyes!

The moon appeared to

let's look at each other

My love is gone.

though.!

A cry of choked pain,

a dagger nailed to the chest,

my love is broken!

No paths, no valleys,

nor clearings. to come back...

My love is gone!

I'll tell you for the last time,

I love you, I adore you!

I'll be able to more by the sunset

in your eyes,

nor hear, my valada

of love, sing for you

Grace Bica

(reserved for copyright)

Я пролил нежность,

рождается как река

Близко к тебе.!

Иногда вы даже не замечаете

почти ничего,

Я открытый мир,

что улыбается вам

С моими глазами

Я вижу твое лицо,

с моими руками

Я привлек вас ласками,

с моими губами

дующие поцелуи

И мое тело - это река, которая

беги за тебя ... !!!

Граса Бика.

(зарезервировано для авторских прав)

I am shed tenderness,

that is born as a river

Close to you.!

Sometimes you do not even notice

is almost nothing,

I'm an open world,

that smiles at you

With my eyes

I see your face,

with my hands

I drew you with caresses,

with my lips

blowing kisses

And my body is a river that

run for you ... !!!

Graça Bica.

(reserved for copyright)

Mio amore

Eternamente.

L'amore è finito,

noi siamo nostri

tempo

La solitudine mi cerca

ogni giorno, mese e anno.

Lo sappiamo, lo amiamo

per sempre

Anche senza sentirlo

non toccarmi

Eternamente ...

Tu sei il mio sonetto.

La mia poesia,

le mie parole

Né pensieri,

né ricordi,

resistere al vento.

Ma io sarò tuo

sempre

Graça Bica.