Rapariga Do Bonfim

My love, if you leave
I will die of sadness and disgrace,
I will bury my tooth in cachaça,
if you abandon me.

I gave you affection, a name and a home,
a big graduation ring,
a Sidney Magal record,
an account at Banco do Brasil.

500 tales of Jatobá perfume,
1 liter of pequi liqueur.
1 donkey imported from Iraq,
1 bra from Jacqueline Onassis.

But now that you want to leave forever,
let me die, let me die, let me die.
Because living without you
will be a nonsense.

I remember the day we met,
it was a Sunday afternoon at Praça da Sé.
You were joyfully chasing pigeons
and I was sucking on the popsicle stick, that's it!

I moved from Canivete to Paioso
and, nervous, almost stepped on your foot.
We crossed Viaduto do Chá,
went to have wet bread with coffee.

You told me your dreams were many
to visit Paris, Guarapari, and Silvio Santos.
You were ashamed of being a washerwoman,
a single mother, who split the pipe.

And now that you have a house with a garden,
manicure, pedicure, curriolas, and a little bar,
and you put me outside the fence and tell me:
Go away, for no reason and for yes

You are unworthy,
malicious,
infused,
girl from Bonfim.