O Ciúme

The Sun sleeps at the peak of Chico, noon
Everything collides drunk with its light
Ponte sleeps, Pernambuco, Rio, Bahia
Only one black spot watches: my jealousy

Jealousy shot its black arrow
And was wounded right in the throat
Neither happy, nor sad, nor a poet
Between Petrolina and Juazeiro, it sings

Old Chico, you come from Minas
Where the hidden mystery hides
I know you carry it all within you, you don't teach me
And I am just me, just me, only me

Juazeiro, do you not remember that afternoon?
Petrolina, did you not even notice?
But in the singing voice, everything still burns
Everything is lost, everything wants to scream, where is it?

So many people sing, so many people keep silent
So many souls stretched in the tannery
Above every road, above every room
Looms, monstrous, the shadow of jealousy

So many people sing, so many people keep silent
So many souls stretched in the tannery
Above every road, above every room
Looms, monstrous, the shadow of jealousy