Pombo Correio

I released my first carrier pigeon
With the letter for that woman who left me
I released the second, the third, my dovecote ended
She didn't come and the pigeon didn't return

After that woman left me
I don't know why my life went downhill
My canary died, the rose bush withered
My parrot fell silent, the water pipe burst

And even the sun out of spite
Invaded my window
And her picture faded