Na Rua Dos Meus Ciúmes [English translation]

On the street of my jealousy

Where I lived and you still live

I saw you pass in the late hours

With your new passion

From me do not expect whining

Whether this or that

For I just feel sorry for her

And to give you my forgiveness

On the street of my jealousy

I abandoned my heart

Although it may cost me my life

I will think with a serene air

In this your dark shoulder

Kisses of love will burn

Longings, are lost faith

They are dead leaves in the wind

That I tread on without a whimper

In your street, passing

Although it may cost me my life

You must not see me cry.