La Rua Madureira

No, I will never forget the bay of Rio
The color of the sky, the name of Corcovado
Rua Madureira, the street where you lived
I will not forget, yet I have never been there

No, I will never forget that day in July
When I met you, when we had to part
So little time, and we walked in the rain
I talked about love, and you talked about your country

No, I will not forget the softness of your body
In the taxi that took us to the airport
You turned around to smile at me, before boarding
In a Caravelle that never arrived

No, I will never forget the day I read
Your name, misspelled, among so many unknown names
On the front page of a Brazilian newspaper
I tried to read and I understood nothing

No, I will never forget the bay of Rio
The color of the sky, the name of Corcovado
Rua Madureira, the street where you lived
I will not forget, yet I have never been there