A Deusa da Minha Rua [English translation]

The goddess of my street

Looks to where the moon

Is used to get drunk

On your eyes I believe

That the Sun, in a golden dream

Will seek for clarity

My street is a boring one

But when your figure that seduces me

Passes through it

Such humble small street

Turns into a picture of a party

Turns into a waterfall of light

On the street lies a puddle

Mirror of my sobbing

Taking the sky

To the floor

As the floor of my life

My moved soul

My poor heart

Mirrors of my sorrow

My eyes

Are puddles of waters

Dreaming of your look

She's so rich and I'm so poor

I am a commoner

She is a noble

Dreaming with her isn't worth anything