Saudade
Tião Carreiro e Pardinho
Longing
Longing, rich word
That torments and stays
Inside a heart
Of dead happiness
That longing comforts
Brought from a passion
Longing I have for someone
A longing that comes
From an endless distance
Does she also
In the absence of another
Miss me?
I always live thinking
My eyes keep crying
I have no happiness
I am slowly dying
What drives me crazier
Is the damn longing
