A Menina dos Meus Olhos

The girl of my eyes has a pomegranate on her face
And a smile that flows into my sky every morning
She has the fire of serpents and the purity of crystal
And the shape that desire only finds in carnival

The girl of my eyes has a color of blue, I don't know
The mix of what I saw and what I couldn't believe
Nature envies her when she bathes in the moon
She brightens my vanity when she says 'I am yours'

The girl of my eyes, whom I court every day
Redeems me from the sins that life brings
Not what I seem, but if I were, I wouldn't be
This much inside out, which couldn't be better