Rua Ramalhete
Tavito
Ramalhete Street
Without meaning to, I remembered
Of a street and its bouquets
Of love written on notes
Of those afternoons
On the wall of Sacré-Coeur
In uniform and a predatory look
Our dances at the corner club
How much I miss it!
Nice to meet you, let's dance
I'll speak in your ear
Things that will make you tremble inside your dress
Let's let everything spin
And the sound of The Beatles on the record player
Will they ever come here
To sing the songs we want to hear?
