Alice

Alice, with a sweet smile
When I lay my eyes on you
I don't want to leave

Alice, I was so idle
When I saw you on TV
I don't want to run away

Alice is a night turned, is from the early morning
Is a boiling glass of water
Half of what I know about Alice
Is made up
Is a figment of imagination

Alice, from Paraíba
She is Maria on television
She is the queen of the backlands
I fell in love with the soap opera star
For the excess of truth in fiction

Alice, so many good things
My poem lives in you
I don't want to leave

I wouldn't know how to describe
All the beauty of being
Alice

Alice, who is a bright light, has a clear aura
My rare jewel is only good times
Half of what I know about Alice
Is made up
Is a figment of imagination

Alice, from Paraíba
She is Maria on television
She is the queen of the backlands
I fell in love with the soap opera star
For the excess of truth in fiction

A dream of mine
To meet you behind the screen
To know who Alice is
To know who Maria is
Alice says she is Maria when she wants

Alice, from Paraíba
She is Maria on television
She is the queen of the backlands
I fell in love with the soap opera star
For the excess of truth in fiction

A dream of mine
To meet you behind the screen
To know who Alice is
To know who Maria is
Alice says she is Maria when she wants