Sad samba
We do like that:
I, here
You, away from me, from me
Somebody goes away
Longing comes
And stays close
Longing, remains of love
Of love that didn't work out
Sad samba
That i didn't make before
Just because
I was always happy, happy, happy, happy
Now i know
Every time there is love
There's also a sad samba, my dear
Samba that comes
From you, my love.