O Bebum (Um Ébrio A Mais)
Lindomar Castilho
The Drunkard (One More Drunkard)
Don't speak her name
Near me
Don't speak it because otherwise
I'll drink again
I became a drunkard for a false love
That drags me to the end
Everyone condemns me for living like this
But I don't listen to people's conversations
Only I know the bitter pain
That I'm going through
While I carry my cross
No one appears to cry for me
If the one who condemns me
Had now
The love of his life
In the arms of another
He would be one more drunkard
In the world wandering
Would never think
Of condemning me
He would be like me
Almost crazy
