Não Há Só Tangos Em Paris [English translation]

I kissed your portrait

The ink was smudged,

In an abstract body

That nostalgia paints…

And to scan you traits drove myself mad:

"Tell me there, Picasso, where does he have a mouth?"

That picture of you

I will show in Paris

Already used and worn

To see if someone tells me

Where I meet you

If I didn't lose you…

To be crying over you

I lowered my defences

And in a sad fado

I found support.

It gave me to other arms but nothing that provides

"Tell me there, Picasso, what love is this?"

This my picture

I will show in Paris

And so by your side

I shall be happy.

If I never meet you

I never lost you.

I know…

There aren't only tangos in Paris

And the fados that I lived

Only meet you in splinters

Well then,

So sure, I wait for you.

If with a kiss I disrupted you

With a kiss I'll remake you!