Carta (Ano de 1890)

I walk the streets of downtown
I'm remembering times
While I see you walking

Watering the sidewalk
A barber an old man
Lies the night and recites poetry (serenade)

Wine while listening to crying to sew
I passed by your house, Mr. Zé wasn't there
Memories Mr. Brás Cubas Posthumous
While I saw Helena pass by to the tea house

Slowly, tram in the square
Still embroiders delicacy
Turns us into a flower stand
Releasing smiles into the air