Novo Amor
Maria Rita
New Love
The light goes out because the day has already dawned
And the fantasy will return to the shed
Another illusion disappears on Wednesday
Whether you like it or not, carnival is over.
But it doesn't matter, it's not the end of the drumming
And the dawn comes to bring my new love
The drum beats, the cuíca and the pandeiro cry
The leather is played in the yard because the crying has begun.
We laugh
We cry
And throw away what has passed
We laugh
We cry
And celebrate the new love.
