Janela de Belém (Olê, Olá, Belém)

Olê, olá, Belém.
Olê, olá, Belém.
Old girlfriend
who also betrays me.

Neither beautiful nor handsome,
awkward and tiny cabocla,
simple like the beauty of a rose,
worldly, not belonging to anyone.

In the window that opens to my eyes,
I get drunk on your choreography.
We live like two retirees
grumpy and tired, and even caring for each other.

Olê, olá, Belém.
Olê, olá, Belém.
Old girlfriend
who also betrays me.

In the nights when I feel in your arms,
in the peace that a cigarette found,
above mango trees and rooftops,
you pretend to care for me as if you almost loved me.

I say you have the grace of a waltz
that I still can't finish.
Later, like old lovers,
on any rainy day, I invite you to dance.

(recorded with Pedrinho Cavallero and Clarisse)