Baile da Saudade

Oh, how I miss
The dances of yore
The well-rounded waltzes
Of Branca and Aurora

The serenade rounds
On moonlit nights
Of young lovers
In pairs on the street

These beautiful waltzes
Are no longer danced
The lack that we feel
What endless memories

Divine evocation of the melodious lyre
The nostalgic dance
We dance now

How I miss the serenade
Corset, cane, and pick
The hundred réis tram
The balconies and the colonels