There are many people
Erased by time
On the papers of this memory
That so little remained for me
White churches
Light moons on the balcony
Gardens of dreams and cirandas
Brights rockets in the air
What a mystery Clarice has
What a mystery Clarice has
To keep herself so steady, in the heart
Clarice was brunette
As the mornings are brunettes
Was small in the way
Of being almost nobody
Walked with us paths
Of fruits and little birds
But never wanted undress
Between the boys and the fishes
Between the boys and the fishes
Between the boys and the fishes
From the river, from the river
What a mystery Clarice has
What a mystery Clarice has
To keep herself so steady, in the heart
She was afraid of the cold
Fear of haunting
A body that did not show
Made of guesses
The buttons always closed
Clarice had the modesty
Of convent and procession
I ask the mystery
What a mystery Clarice has
To keep herself so steady, in the heart
Soldier salutes
The Colonel Reverence
The priest did penance
Three novenas and a thirteen
But Clarice
She was the innocence
Never showed herself to nobody
Model of the legends was made
Model of the legends was made
From the legends told us by the grandparents
What a mystery Clarice has
What a mystery Clarice has
To keep herself so steady, in the heart
Have to one day
Dawn and Clarice
Watched my departure
Crying she asked for souvenirs
And seeing the boat move away from Amaralina
Desperately beautiful, sobbing and slowly
And slowly undressed the brunette body
And between all presents
Until her love vanished
Stayed in the goodbye crying and naked
So that I could have it all
All the time that existed
What a mystery Clarice has
What a mystery Clarice has
To keep herself so steady, in the heart