Bolero Blues

When I was still young
Some premonition
Brought me back and forth
Around here
Perhaps waiting for the girl
Who at that time
Was far away, very far away
From existing
I composed so many sad fates
As much crying in vain, bolero blues
Suddenly she appears out of nowhere
With her dress in the wind
Already so desired
That she can't contain herself

In this crucial moment
In this intersection
If she looks back
She might, in a lament
Come to my beggarly gaze
But that ungrateful one runs away
And Barão da Torre and Vinícius de Moraes
Suddenly become strange streets
Without her dress they are naked
And to the wind I say
- too late

When she's no longer a girl
Turns around
Of course I won't care anymore