A Dama de Vermelho

Waiter, look in the mirror
The lady in red is about to rise
Notice how even the orchestra
Gets all festive when she steps out to dance

This lady once belonged to me
And I was the one to blame for the split
Today I’m dying of jealousy
Jealous even of the scent she leaves in the room

Waiter, my friend
Dim the lights at my table
I don’t want her to see
All this sadness in me

Open another bottle
Tonight I’m gonna get drunk
I want to sleep so I don’t see
Another man holding her

Waiter, my friend
Dim the lights at my table
I don’t want her to see
All this sadness in me

Open another bottle
Tonight I’m gonna get drunk
I want to sleep so I don’t see
Another man holding her