Ramilonga

It rains on the cold afternoon of Porto Alegre
I bring alone the green of the chimarrão
I look at the everyday, I know I'm leaving
Never again, never again

The city's music arrives in waves
I also turn into a song
Milonga airs come and carry me away
Around there, around there

Ramilonga, Ramilonga

I fly over the rooftops of Bela Vista
In Chácara das Pedras I'll get lost
Nights in Rio Branco, afternoons in Bom Fim
Never again, never again

The intense trance traffic anticipates the night
Drawing stars in the bronze of the storm
Milonga airs come and carry me away
Around there, around there

Ramilonga, Ramilonga

The tango of umbrellas in Praça XV
Confers elegance to the crowd's step
Sad lambe-lambe, this side and beyond time
Never again, never again

From the top of the tower the river water is clean
Guaíba deserted, boats that are not there
Milonga airs come and carry me away
Around there, around there

Ramilonga, Ramilonga

Wet streets, streets of the lilac flower
Streets of a nighttime anarchist
Streets of Armando, streets of Quintana
Never again, never again

From Alto da Bronze I go to Cidade Baixa
Then the roads, beaches, and hills
Milonga airs come and carry me away
Around there, around there

Ramilonga, Ramilonga

Vague vision, I travel and foresee the envy
Of those who discover the way I left
Milonga airs over Porto Alegre
Nothing more, nothing more