O Meu Amor Foi Para o Brasil

My love went to Brazil on that steamship
In the blue sky, he engraved his goodbye in smoke
When he arrived in Rio de Janeiro
He didn't write a single line
It's been a whole year already

He left a promise of a calling card
In her belly, he left a seed
The flower bloomed and grew tall
She wants to know about her absent father
And I have nothing to tell her

He's lost among the caboclas
Women who don't know what sin is
Their saints are stronger than mine
They turn a deaf ear to the heavens' pleas
He must be tied up over there
In a rosary of shells that bewitched him

My love became a rubber tapper in Pará
He was a backwoodsman in the hinterlands of Piauí
He was a tinsmith in the lands of Maranhão
Someone told me they saw him
On a Sunday making bread

My love already has a Brazilian touch
He adds sugar and cinnamon to his vowels
He dances forró and tries his hand at the pandeiro
Maybe one day he'll come back
To try out other carnivals

He's lost among the mulatas
He must be melting in other arms
I know their saints perform miracles
They dance joyfully to the beat of the terreiros
But I hope that one day nostalgia strikes
And he returns to my humble arms

He's in São Paulo working in telecom
He probably has 'doctor' written on a card by now
At night, he sambas at 'Ó do Borogodó'
He forgot about Solidó, no longer cries listening to Fado
I don't know what to say, he used to be so awkward
If I see him, I won't want him anymore, he must be sick of it all