A Deusa da Minha Rua [English translation]

The goddess of my street

Has eyes where the moon

Usually gets drunk

In her eyes I suppose

That the sun, in a golden dream

Is going to seek clarity

My street has no grace

But when she passes through it

Her figure seduces me

Ah, modest little street

It’s a party landscape

It’s a cascade of light

On the street a puddle of water

Mirror of my sorrow

Carries the sky

To the earth

Such that the baseness of my life

Stirs my soul

And my poor heart

Mirror of my sorrow

My eyes

Are but puddles of water

Dreaming of her look

She is so rich and I so poor

I’m a plebeian

And she is noble.

It is not worth dreaming……