No, I will never forget the bay of Rio
The colour of the sky, the name of Corcovado
La Rua Madureira, the street where you lived
I will not forget yet I have never been there
No, I will never forget this day of July
Where I got to know you, where we had to part
So little time, and we were walking through the rain
I was talking about love and you were talking about your country
No, I will never forget the softness of your body
In the taxi which drove us to the airport
You had returned to smile to me, before getting on
a caravelle which never arrived
No I will never forget that day when I read
Your surname, poorly written among many other unknown surnames
on the first page of a Brasilian newspaper
I tried to read and I could not understand anything
No, I will never forget the softness of your body
In the taxi which drove us to the airport
You had returned to smile to me, before getting on
a caravelle which never arrived
No, I will never forget the bay of Rio
The colour of the sky, the name of Corcovado
La Rua Madureira, the street where you lived
I will not forget yet I have never been there