At night I roam the city
Looking for you, without finding
Among glances I spy
In all the bars
You, are not there

I return home defeated
Disenchanted with life
The dream, gives me joy
In it, you are

Oh if I had
Someone who really wanted me
This someone would tell me
Give up, this search is futile
I would not give up

But with perfect patience
I continue to search for you
And I will find
Drinking with other women
Rolling a dice
Or playing pool

And on that day, then
It will be in the first edition
Scene of blood in a bar
On São João avenue

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