Freguês da Meia-Noite [English translation]

Midnight

In the middle of the Largo do Arouche

In front of the Flower Market

There's a French restaurant

And there, I waited for you

Midnight

In a scourging cold

The candy shop and its sweets

Will always offer

An iridescence of pleasure

And there's no way to deny

That the plate on bid

Won't make you salivate

In a small room of illusion

My dog that doesn't bark in vain

In the abrasive cold I meditate

Next time I won't be your customer

Midnight

In a scourging cold

The candy shop and its sweets

Will always offer

An iridescence of pleasure

And there's no way to deny

That the plate on bid

Won't make you salivate

In a small room of illusion

My dog that doesn't bark in vain

In the abrasive cold I meditated

Next time I won't be your customer