Go on, my samba
Everything has changed
Not even the strings of my pine
Can ease me anymore
There's pain where there used to be sunlight
A cloud has formed
Where I used to find joy
Another cloud has born
The reason for my sadness:
Knowing that our love is over
My guitar, until a day
When there is more joy
I'll come looking for you
I've gotten tired of pouring
These delusions of my existence
Into your strings in vain
Recently, she declared
That she no longer finds pleasure being by my side
But, if she were to come back
What a wonderful thing it would be
I've gotten tired of pouring
These delusions of my existence
Into your strings in vain
Recently, she declared
That she no longer finds pleasure being by my side