A Primeira Vez
João Gilberto
The First Time
The first time I met you
I fed the illusion of being happy
I was sad, I smiled
I took the pine and sang
I wrote so many verses
In my chest I kept
One day you left
My pine tree has gone silent
And my voice
He died in the throat
I try to forget the pain
I'm not capable
My guitar
Don't play anymore
I live sad
Meditating
I don't sing anymore
My consolation is crying
The first time I met you
I fed the illusion of being happy
I was sad, I smiled
I took the pine and sang
I wrote so many verses
In my chest I kept
One day you left
My pine tree has gone silent
And my voice
He died in the throat
