Samba Quadrado

I made a square samba for you to feel
That the greater the distance
The greater the end
I made from the dark street
A piece of moon to illuminate you
I made of verses plus rhymes
Words and doubts
To annoy you
I made a square samba for you to come back
I made the guitar the excuse
To console myself
I made yesterday today
And today tomorrow
To see you here
But it's much better
For the world I cry
For you I lie
Blondie, little drop of water
Blondie of my sorrow