Quando Eu Me Chamar Saudade

I know that tomorrow, when I die
My friends will say
That I had a good heart

Some will even cry
And want to honor me
Making a guitar out of gold

But after time passes
I know no one will remember
That I left

That's why I think so
If anyone wants to do it for me
What do you do now?

Give me the flowers in life
The affection, the helping hand
To ease my woes

After I call myself longing
I don't need vanity
I want prayers and nothing else