Mulher Deixada
Tristão da Silva
Left Woman
She was so beautiful
The woman that once
I sent away
By chance of the encounter
We greeted each other
And even kissed
How are you
I'm fine, thank you
And where have you been
How have you been
One or two minutes of longing and love
Goodbye, see you later, soon or later
Why is it that the woman we leave
Always becomes more beautiful and worth a passion
Why is it that we die of spite
Seeing that there's no way, not even to get close
I confess she was so beautiful
So beautiful for someone else, which ultimately hurt me
If I were God, I would make the left woman ugly
And no longer impress
To not have such a fate
