A Voz do Violão
Caetano Veloso
The Voice of the Guitar
Don't want, my love, to know about the sorrow
I feel when I remember you
My eyes full of tears attest to you
The pain your absence caused me
Endless longing devours me
Memories of your figure that I don't even know
My eyes constantly cry
For the hours of pleasure I once had
But in this endless abandonment
In the thorn of such dark loneliness
I have an inseparable companion
In the voice of my mournful guitar
You left me alone and far away
Unaware of the vastness of my pain
You forget that there still exists
A loving heart
That cries for your seductive affection
In the endless blue of the illuminated space
At the mercy of the wind it dissipates
The complaint of this desperate love
That breaks my heart into a thousand pieces
