Ronda

At night I roam the city
Looking for you without finding you.
In the midst of glances I spy,
In all the bars
You're not there...
I return home beaten,
Disenchanted with life.
The dream brings me joy:
In it you are.
Ah, if only I had
Someone who truly loved me,
That someone would tell me:
"Give up, this search is futile".
I wouldn't give up,
However, with perfect patience
I return to look for you.
I will find you
Drinking with other women,
Rolling the dice,
Playing billiards
And on that day, then,
It will make the front page:
Bloody scene in a bar
On São João Avenue.