Você Não Ouviu [English translation]

You didn't listen to

The samba I brought to you

Oh, I brought you roses

Oh, I brought you a candy

The roses are withering

And what was sweet finished

You disconcert me

You think you're right

But do not be fooled

In the end of the month, when the money is finishing

You run, smart

And come to ask my help

I seek you, but you hide

You don't tell me where

You not even want to see your son

In the end of the month is when you answer

And in the first trolley car

You come ask for assistance

You say that you're my frail rose

That my samba is plagiarism

And it is but platitude

In the end of the month you come, agile

Spend a short stage

And I'm out of everything

Your dance will last while

You have appeal

And don't have solitude

In the end of the party you shall hear my melody

And come running and crying

To ask my forgiveness (or not?)