Morrendo de Saudade
Beth Carvalho
Dying of Longing
I'm dying of longing
For a happy time that passed and I didn't see
I like the morning, sapodilla
Caresses in the air, a hummingbird
Ferns on the balcony
All of this passed, I lost
When the night's cloak falls over the city, what longing
And when the birds announce the dawn, what longing
The heart burns so much that it gives me the impression
That I have a chest in flames
Longing is a dagger
Stuck to the end, in the chest of those who love
