Meu Poeta
Arlindo Cruz
My Poet
My poet, please
Write a love samba
Samba with the scent of flowers
I think she’ll like it
But if she doesn’t sing
Someone else will be happy
The heart is fertile ground
New love takes root
I suffer from love for her
But the samba comforts me
If she shuts the window on me
Others open the door
I suffer from love for her
But the samba comforts me
If she shuts the window on me
Others open the door
My poet, please
Write a love samba
Samba with the scent of flowers
I think she’ll like it
But if she doesn’t sing
Someone else will be happy
The heart is fertile ground
New love takes root
I suffer from love for her
But the samba comforts me
If she shuts the window on me
Others open the door
I suffer from love for her
But the samba comforts me
If she shuts the window on me
Others open the door
If she makes the rain dry up
That waters the love I plant
If she doesn’t believe in the prayer
That I say for my saint
If she doesn’t know the pain
That makes my tears roll
She doesn’t deserve this samba
My love, my lullaby
My poet, please
Write a love samba
Samba with the scent of flowers
I think she’ll like it
But if she doesn’t sing
Someone else will be happy
The heart is fertile ground
New love takes root
I suffer from love for her
But the samba comforts me
If she shuts the window on me
Others open the door
I suffer from love for her
But the samba comforts me
If she shuts the window on me
Others open the door
If she makes the rain dry up
That waters the love I plant
If she doesn’t believe in the prayer
That I say for my saint
If she doesn’t know the pain
That makes my tears roll
She doesn’t deserve this samba
My love, my lullaby
