La Rua Madureira [English translation]

No, I will never forget the bay of Rio

The color of the sky, the name Corcovado

Madureira Street, the street that you lived on

I will never forget, even though I’ve never been there

No, I will never forget that July day

Where I got to know you, where we had to separate

In so little time, and we walked under the rain

Me, I spoke of love, and you, you spoke of your country.

No, I will never forget the sweetness of your body

In the taxi that drove us to the airport

You turned around to smile at me before climbing

Into a Caravelle that never did arrive.

No, I will never forget the day where I had read

Your name, poorly written, among other unknown names

On the first page of a Brazilian newspaper

I tried to read but of it, I understood nothing

No, I will never forget the sweetness of your body

In the taxi that drove us to the airport

You turned around to smile at me before climbing

Into a Caravelle that never did arrive.

No, I will never forget the bay of Rio

The color of the sky, the name Corcovado

Madureira Street, the street that you lived on

I will never forget, even though I’ve never been there