A Dama de Vermelho

Waiter, look through the mirror
The lady in red
Who is about to get up
Notice that even the orchestra
Is all festive
When she goes out to dance
This lady once belonged to me

And I was to blame
For the separation
Today I cry out of jealousy
Jealous even of the perfume
She leaves in the hall

Waiter, my friend
Turn off the light at my table
I don't want her to notice
So much sadness in me
Bring another bottle
Today I will get drunk
I want to sleep so I don't see
Another man embracing her