Dama De Vermelho

Waiter, look in the mirror
The lady in red
Who’s about to rise
Notice how even the orchestra
Is all in celebration
When she steps out to dance

This lady, she once belonged to me
And I’m the one to blame
For the separation
Today, I cry from jealousy
Jealous even of the perfume
She leaves in the ballroom

Friend waiter
Dim the lights at my table
I don’t want her to see
So much sadness in me

Bring another bottle
Tonight I’m gonna get wasted
I want to sleep so I don’t see
Another man holding her tight