Augusta, Angélica e Consolação
Tom Zé
Augusta, Angélica and Consolation
Augusta, thank God
Thank God
Between you and Angélica
I found Consolation
Who came to look after me
And held my hand
Augusta, how I miss you
You were vain
How I miss you
And spent my money
How I miss you
On imported clothes
And other nonsense
Angélica, how cruel
You always stood me up
How cruel
And even wore clothes
That smelled like a doctor's office
Angélica
Augusta, thank God
Between you and Angélica
I found Consolation
Who came to look after me
And held my hand
When I saw
That Largo dos Aflitos
Was not wide enough
To contain my distress
I went to live in Estação da Luz
Because everything was dark
Inside my heart
