A Deusa da Minha Rua
Roberto Carlos
The Goddess of My Street
The goddess of my street
He has eyes where the moon
He tends to get drunk
In your eyes, I suppose
May the Sun, in a golden dream
Go seek clarity
My street is boring
But when you pass by it
Your figure that seduces me
The modest little street
It's a party landscape
It's a waterfall of light
On the street, a puddle of water
Mirror of my sorrow
Transport the sky to the ground
Just like the ground of my life
My soul is moved
My poor heart
Unhappy with my sorrow
My eyes are puddles of water
Dreaming of your gaze
She is so rich and I am so poor
I am a commoner and she is a noble
It's not worth dreaming
Unhappy with my sorrow
My eyes are puddles of water
Dreaming of your gaze
She is so rich and I am so poor
I am a commoner and she is a noble
It's not worth dreaming
