Luiza
Tom Jobim
Luiza
Street, naked sword
Floating in the immense yellow sky
So round the Moon, how it floats
Sailing through the blue of the firmament
And in the slow silence
A troubadour full of stars
Now listen to the song I made
To forget you, Luiza
I am just a poor amateur
Passionate, an apprentice of your love
Wake up, love
I know that beneath this snow lies a heart
Come here, Luiza, give me your hand
Your desire is always my desire
Come, exorcise me, give me your mouth
And the crazy rose, come give me a kiss
And a ray of Sun in your hair
Like a diamond that, breaking the light, explodes into seven colors
Revealing then the seven thousand loves
That I kept only to give to you, Luiza
Luiza
Luiza