Iracema

Iracema, I never saw you again
Iracema, my great love, is gone
I cried, I cried in pain because
Iracema, my great love was you

Iracema, I always said
Be careful when crossing these streets
I spoke, but you didn't listen to me, no
Iracema, you crossed the wrong lane

And today she lives up in heaven
And she lives very close to our Lord
As a souvenir I only keep your socks and shoes
Iracema, I lost your portrait

Iracema, there were twenty days left until our wedding
That we were going to get married
You crossed St. John's Street
A car came, picked you up and pinned you to the ground
The driver was not at fault, Iracema
You crossed the wrong way

And today she lives up in heaven
And she lives very close to our Lord
As for memories, I only keep your socks and shoes
Iracema, I lost your portrait

Iracema, my great love was you