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, I wouldn't suffer today,
Oh, this longing inside my chest,
Oh, if having 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 the whole world 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.