Lua Cheia
Chico Buarque
Full Moon
No one will come from the sea
Nor take me away from here
Nor silence my guitar that saddens,
Crying notes for no one to hear
My voice remained in waiting, in hope,
If only to open my chest, sing happily
I prepared a full moon for you
And you didn't come, and you didn't want
My guitar became so sad, if only,
Wishing to open windows, have an evening
But you sailed me through such diverse seas
And I was left without verses, and I was left in vain
