O meu amor foi para o brasil [English translation]

My love went to Brasil in this steam

Saved with steam his goodbye in the blue sky

When he arrived Rio de Janeiro

Not even a line he wrote.

It's been a year.

He left the promise of the calling letter.

In this stomach he left a seed

The flower was born and eared.

It wants to know about it's away father

And I don't know how to tell it nothing.

He's lost in the middle of the (?)

Women don't know what's sin

Their saints are stronger than mine

They make Heaven's pedestal with deaf ears.

He must be tied there

In a rosary of shells that had bewitched him

My love was rubber tapper in Pará

Was gravedigger in the backlands of Piauí

Was tinkir in lands of Maranhão

Someone told me they had see him

On a Sunday making bread.

My love already has brasilian way

Puts sugar with cinnamon on the vowels

Already dances forró and risks in the ass

Who knows if maybe one day

He'll risk other carnivals.

He's lost in the middle of mulattoes

He must be melting on other arms

I already know that their saint are miracle workers

They dance with joy in the (?)

But I still have hope that one day he misses me

And he'll come back to the homemade arms.

He's in São Paulo and works at Telecom

He should already have "doctor" written on a card

At night he dances on "Ó do Borogodó"

He forgot the "Solidó",

No more cries when he hears Fado

I don't know what to say, he was so ungainly

If I see him I don't want him no more, he must be a squeamish.

• Artist:Ana Moura
• Album:Moura