Dama do Cassino

I promised and delivered a thousand sweet nothings
And a whole lot of respect
Perfect love in the good times
And in the bad times too
But this damn lady never finds
Anything her way
She only seeks the diamonds, the gold
The cups and the clubs

I planned seven honeymoons
Caravans and troops
Museums, landscapes, perfumes, dresses
Recipes and clothes
But this cursed lady doesn’t even
Believe in Europe
She only dreams of gold, of clubs
Of swords, of cups

They say that those who are happy in love
Are unlucky in the game
And what do you say about those who make love
A game, what’s the deal?
She’s the queen
How can I think she’s mine?

I wrote songs for trucks
Of guitars and leather
That became hits in more
Than a few carnivals
But for this Diva never
The samba parade, the racetrack, and the bulls
She only thinks about clubs
About cups, swords, and gold

I’ve sat like Erasmo
On the side of the road
Waiting for a word from her lips
A gesture from her hands
But this goddess only says no and
Never and nada and nothing
She only thinks of gold, of clubs
Of cups and swords

They say that those who are happy in love
Are unlucky in the game
And what do you say about those who make love
A game, what’s the deal?
I don’t know how to play
She’s the queen
How can I think she’s mine?