A Meia-luz (A Media Luz)

Corrientes, 348
Who goes up to the second floor
Without a doorman and without a neighbor
Only love will find
There is a calm atmosphere
In this seductive room
A telephone that warns
A record player that cries
Old tangos and songs
And a porcelain cat
Silently watches our love

And everything in the half-light
To toast to love
In the half-light of kisses
In the half-light the two of us
And everything in the half-light
Inner twilight
The desires are gentle
In the half-light of love