A Dama de Vermelho
Pedro Bento e Zé da Estrada
The Lady in Red
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 gets up to dance
This lady once belonged to me
And I’m the one to blame
For the separation
Today I cry from jealousy
Jealous of the perfume
She leaves in the room
Waiter, my friend
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 drunk
I want to sleep so I don’t see
Another man holding her tight
