Music by antoniocarlosjobim, words by vinicius demoraes, translated by norman gimbel How insensitive. I must have seemed. When she told me that she loved me. How unnerved and cold. I must have
Quiet nights of quiet stars,. Quiet chords from my guitar,. Floating on the silence that surronds us,. Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams,. Quiet walks by quiet streams,. And window that looking so
No. No pode mais. Meu corao. Viver assim dilacerado. Escravizado a uma iluso. Que s desiluso Ah, no seja a vida. Sempre assim. Como o luar desesperado. A derramar melancolia. Em mim. Poesia
