If someone asks about me
Say I'm out somewhere,
With a guitar under my arm
I stop by any street corner
I come in any tavern
If I feel like it
It's just one more samba song I'm trying to write
If they ask whether I'm coming back
Say yes, I will
But not until longing goes away from me
I have a guitar to keep me company
I have many friends, I'm popular
I have the early morning as a companion
Longing hurts and eats my heart away
I am in the city, I am in the favela
I am God knows where
Always thinking about her