Renata Maria
Chico Buarque
Renata Maria
She was, she was, she was at the center of the screen that morning
Everything that wasn’t her faded away
Christ, mountains, forests, acacias, ipês
Boards glued to the crest of the waves, the waves hanging in the air
Birds frozen in the white of the sky
And I, stuck in the sand, lost my feet
Songs I imagined
But the shock froze
In my mouth the words I was about to say
Not a breeze blew
As Renata Maria came out of the sea
Day after day on the beach with eyes hollow from not seeing her
Quiet like a fisherman gathering his hooks
Or like some lifeguard in the defendant's seat
Night on the deserted beach, deserted, deserted of that woman
Beach filled with tracks in a thousand directions
I think all the lost steps are mine
I already knew, my God
Such a dazzling sight
Doesn’t happen twice in the same place
But what the hell was I doing
As Renata Maria came out of the sea