Todas Elas juntas Num Só Ser

I no longer sing Babete or Domingas
Nor Xica or Tereza from Ben Jor
Nor Drão or Flora from the Bahian Gil
Nor Ana or Luiza from the greatest
I no longer pay tribute to Januária
Joana, Ana, Bárbara from Chico
Nor Yoko, the Japanese from Lennon
Nor the cabocla from Tinoco and Tonico

Nor the tigress nor Vera Gata
Nor the white girl from Caetano
Not even the beautiful flower from Luiz Gonzaga
Rosinha from the Pernambuco backlands
Nor Risoflora, the flower from Chico Science
None continue in my plans
Nor Kátia Flávia, from Fausto Fawcett
Nor Anna Júlia from Los Hermanos

Only you, today I sing only you
Only you, that I want, because I want
By wanting

I don't sing Melô Pérola Negra
From Brown and Herbert, nor a Brazilian
From Ari, nor the Bahian nor Maria
Nor Iaiá as well, nor my flirt
From Dorival, nor Dora nor Marina
Nor the brunette from Itapoã
Divine girl from Ipanema
Nor Iracema from Adoniran

From Jackson do Pandeiro nor Cremilda
From Michael Jackson nor Billie Jean
From Jimi Hendrix nor the sweet Angel
Nor Ângela nor Lígia, from Jobim
Nor Lia, Lily Braun, nor Beatriz
From the twelve goddesses of Edu and Chico
Even from the thirty Leilas of Donato
And from Layla, from Clapton, I abdicate

Only you, I sing and play only you
Only you, like you, no one else can be

Nor the girlfriend of a friend
And not the beloved lover of Roberto
Nor Michelle-me-belle, from the beatle Paul
Nor Isabel, Bebel, from João Gilberto
Nor B.B., La femme de Serge Gainsbourg
Nor from Totó in Malafemmena
Nor the Iaiá from Zeca Pagodinho
Nor the mulata little mulata from Lalá

And not the carioca from Vinícius
And not the tropicana from Alceu
And not the dark-skinned from Geraldo
And not the shepherdess from Noel
And not the girlfriend of Carlinhos
And not the superstar from Tremendão
And not the malaguenha from Lecuona
And not the popozuda from Tigrão

Only you, today I choose and praise only you
Only you, like you, there is neither who nor what

From Haroldo Lobo with Wilson Batista
From Mário Lago and Ataulfo Alves
I don't sing Emília nor Amélia
None have my 'vivas' and my 'salves'!
And not Angie, from the stone Mick Jagger
And not Roxanne, from Sting, from the Police
And not the girl from Mamona Dinho
And not the girls from mano Xis!

Blonde from Hervê, Blonde from É O Tchan
Blonde from Gabriel, the Thinker
Laura from Mercer, Laura from Braguinha
Laura from Daniel, the troubadour
Ana from the King and Ana from Djavan
Ana from the other King, the Baião one
None of them I will sing today
Only another reigns in my heart

Only you, queen here is only you
Only you, the muse among the muses from A to Z

If one day a girl like that appeared to me
Who with her talents and gifts
Inspires part of the composers
In the art of words and sounds
Like Madallene, from Jacques Brel
Or like Madalena from Martinho
Or Mabellene, the sixteen from Chuck Berry
Or the mannequin from the shy Paulinho

Or like from Caymmi, the prose girl
And the inspiring muse Doralice
If a girl like that appeared to me
I confess that I might not resist
But you see, my dear, my beloved
That would be only once
Only once in all my life
Or maybe twice, but not more than three!

Only you, more than anything, is only you
Only you, the dearest things you are

You to me are the sun of my night
You are like the rose light of Pixinguinha
You are like the pure star appearing
The star shining from the Little Poet
You, oh flower, are like the calm cloud
In the soul sky of Luiz Vieira
You are like the sunlight of life
From Stevie Wonder, oh my partner

You are to me my love
Growing like weeds in vast fields
More than Gatinha for Erasmo Carlos
More than the gypsy for Ronaldo Bastos
More than the divine lady for Cartola
Than the Domna for Ventadorn, Bernart
Than the Honey Baby for Waly Salomão
And the Funny Valentine for Lorenz Hart!

Only you, more than everything and everyone, is only you
Only you, who is all of them together in one being!