Não Passes Com Ela À Minha Rua

After so many years of being yours
You loved another, got married, were ungrateful;
I saw you pass by my street with her
I hugged myself crying at your picture
I saw you pass by my street with her
I hugged myself crying at your picture

I could insult you when I saw you
Wounded in this supreme and abundant love
But I got my revenge crying, I cried for you
Through the blinds of my room
But I got my revenge crying, I cried for you
Through the blinds of my room

You got married! Be happy, may God protect you
I don't wish you harm, and so much
That I don't have jealousy or envy
Like your woman had of me
That I don't have jealousy or envy
Like your woman had of me

But look, my love, I don't care,
Before you were hers, I was already yours
You can always knock on my
Door
But don't pass by my street with her
You can always knock on my
Door
But don't pass by my street with her