Where will you go on this empty afternoon
So clear and endless,
Whilst the blue sea beats on Ipanema?
In what bar, in which cinema do you forget about me,
Whilst the blue sea beats on Ipanema?
In what bar, in which cinema do you forget...
I know that you've blotted my address from your heart,
The apartment's buzzer,
The concrete floor, exist in vain,
The stairs, the elevator, are good for nothing,
The window, the yellow curtain, serve no purpose,
I've lost my love.
That's why I've come out onto the streets,
Without knowing what for,
Hoping perhaps that chance,
Or mere accident leads me to you,
Hoping perhaps that chance,
Or mere accident...
Will take me...
I know.