Saudade da Bahia

Oh, how I miss Bahia
Oh, if I had listened to what mom used to say
'Well, don't make your mother worried
We do what the heart dictates
But this world is made of wickedness and illusion'
Oh, if I had listened, today I wouldn't suffer
Oh, this longing inside my chest
Oh, if longing is having some flaw
At least I deserve the right
To have someone to confess to
Put yourself in my place
And see how an unhappy man suffers
Who had to vent
Telling everyone what no one says
See what a situation
And see how a poor heart suffers
Poor is the one who believes
In glory and money to be happy