Aquela Rua [English translation]

Don't talk to me about that street, the street

That still was the most beautiful to me

Yes, I prefer that you keep quiet

Speak to me about the hours of today

Of the past, don't tell me

At that time of folly, I was

Like a simple and small lily

Pure like the moonlight

I was the pretty girl

From top to bottom of the street

In blue chequered

Ribbons and laces to go to school

Today I follow other ways

Of your arms I made

A cage

Cheerful songs that I had

That were in vogue, I only can sing

Look at the sad widow

Who goes around

And is crying

I was sister of that fountain in front

With her I learned how to chat

Everything in life turned around

Because one day you passed by

You passed by and the fountain went dry

My bizarre mug made of clay

Whyever, broke

You went ahead and called me yours

Eversince I never did step on

The stones of that street again