A Rua
Torquato Neto
The Street
Every street has its path
Has its clear water flow
Where memories pass by
Recalling stories from a time
That never ends
Of a street, of a street
I remember now
That time, no one else
No one else sings
Even though there are circle dances
(Oh, circle dances)
And kids running
Chasing bands
Chasing bands that passed
Like the Parnaíba River
Gentle river
Flowing at the end of the street
And soaking its rocks
Where the night reflected
The soft glow
The clear time of the moon
Hey, São João, hey, Pacatuba
Hey, Barrocão Street
Hey, Parnaíba flowing
Separating my street
From the others, from Maranhão
Thinking of it from afar
My boy's heart
Beats strong like a bell
That announces a procession
Hey, my street, my people
Hey, folks who barely lived
From Dores, who died young
Luzia, who got lost
Macapreto, Zê Velhinho
That grown-up boy
With a wounded heart
Is still alive, didn’t die
Hey, Pacatuba
My time to play is long gone
Hey, Parnaíba
Flowing down the street even now
Now I'm here feeling nostalgic
And I’m coming back to ease this longing
Hey, São João, hey, Pacatuba
Hey, Barrocão Street.
