Perfume Barato

It's been so long,
since that day she left
only on the Moon they know
which cloud she climbed onto.

The whole garden has died,
the wind took away the papers,
only in a bottle remain
her skin, her lips, her love.

Memories will burst in the room,
and I will dance in her heart...

And memories will dance in the room,
my heart will burst...

My eyes search for another direction
and in other arms I have fallen
as the essence of your scent escapes
you reappear without being here.

The whole garden has died,
her clothes no longer retain her scent
only in a bottle remain
her skin, her lips, her love.

Memories will burst in the room,
and I will dance in her heart...

And memories will dance in the room,
my heart will burst...