La Rua Madureira [English translation]

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