Olhar Brasileiro

And now just
Sitting in this room that is not mine
And of course, ironically

It seems so familiar to me
I see you
I see your face
Your spicy and rare conversation
And so let's say so particular
I hear the rhythm
Of your simple tambourine
And I even feel that smell
Of love and samba spread in the air
And, my goodness, suddenly I remember
It was summer and we were drinking
Living by the sea

Everyone sitting
On the balcony of our house
And dreaming, late hours, awake
Staring at the moon

It was serenade
It was a party to see you and fall in love
It was your way, your flaws
Your way of giving yourself

It was so hot
It was so cool for us that suddenly
You won the whole world
Simply with the slightest blink
And even now
Being the only one left
Maybe from that party
Maybe from that sea

I manage
I try to escape, try to hide but I adjust
I settle because my chest hurts
Just trying to remember
That smell, that tambourine
That Rio de Janeiro
That green Brazilian gaze
That was mine