No, I will never forget the bay of Rio
The color of the sky, the name Corcovado
Madureira Street, the street that you lived on
I will never forget, even though I’ve never been there
No, I will never forget that July day
Where I got to know you, where we had to separate
In so little time, and we walked under the rain
Me, I spoke of love, and you, you spoke of your country.
No, I will never forget the sweetness of your body
In the taxi that drove us to the airport
You turned around to smile at me before climbing
Into a Caravelle that never did arrive.
No, I will never forget the day where I had read
Your name, poorly written, among other unknown names
On the first page of a Brazilian newspaper
I tried to read but of it, I understood nothing
No, I will never forget the sweetness of your body
In the taxi that drove us to the airport
You turned around to smile at me before climbing
Into a Caravelle that never did arrive.
No, I will never forget the bay of Rio
The color of the sky, the name Corcovado
Madureira Street, the street that you lived on
I will never forget, even though I’ve never been there