Diz Que Fui Por Aí

If someone asks about me
Say that I went around
Carrying the guitar under my arm

I stop at any corner
I enter any bar
If there's a reason
It's just another samba I make

If they want to know if I'll come back
Say yes
But only after the longing moves away from me

I have a guitar to accompany me
I have many friends, I'm popular
I have the dawn as a companion

The longing hurts me, my chest gnaws at me
I'm in the city, I'm in the favela
I'm around
Always thinking about her