Clarice

There are many people
Erased by time
In the papers of this memory
That so little remained to me

White churches
Clear moons on the balconies
Dream gardens and round dances
Bright rockets in the air

What mystery does Clarice have
What mystery does Clarice have
To keep herself so firm
In the heart

Clarice was brunette
Like the mornings are brunette
She was small in a way
Of not being almost anyone

She walked with us paths
Of fruits and little birds
But never wanted to undress
Among the boys and the fishes
Among the boys and the fishes
Among the boys and the fishes
Of the river, of the river

What mystery does Clarice have
What mystery does Clarice have
To keep herself so firm
In the heart

She was afraid of the cold
Afraid of ghosts
A body that didn't show
Made of guesses

The buttons always closed
Clarice had the modesty
Of convent and procession
I ask the mystery
What mystery does Clarice have
To keep herself so firm
In the heart

Soldier saluted
The colonel bowed
The priest did penance
Three novenas and a trezena

But Clarice was innocence
Never showed herself to anyone
Became a model of legends
Became a model of legends
Of the legends that our grandmothers told us

What mystery does Clarice have
What mystery does Clarice have
To keep herself so firm
In the heart

One day dawned
And Clarice, watched my departure
Crying asked for a memory

And seeing the boat drift away from Amaralina
Desperately beautiful
Sobbing and slowly

And slowly undressed her dark body
And among all present
Until her love disappeared

She remained in the farewell crying and naked
So that I had her completely
All the time that existed

What mystery does Clarice have
What mystery does Clarice have
To keep herself so firm
In the heart