Guriatã

If you were to arrive now
You wouldn't find me crying
But the big moon outside
Knows that the longing
Is killing me

I'm like a Guriatã
Who dies singing

I'm not like Juca Mulato
Who the wildflower
Keeps comforting
Because he fell in love
And walks around just brooding
Who broods so sadly
Will die crying

I'm like a Guriatã
Who dies singing