30 phrases by Cartola for those who love a good samba

I live waiting for the new day, which will bring the light, which will always stay!

Anyone who sees me smiling thinks I’m happy. My smile is for consolation, because I know how to contain it so no one can see the tears in my heart.

I complain to the roses, but – what nonsense! – roses don’t speak, roses simply exhale the perfume they steal from you.

Let me go, I need to walk, I’ll go around looking for it, laugh so I don’t cry.

Turns out my heart has gone cold and our love nest is empty. If I could still pretend to love you.

Pay attention, the world is a mill, it will crush your petty dreams, it will reduce illusions to dust.

Thus they enslaved a poor heart. The new abolition is needed to bring back my freedom.

She was not gone for a moment, as fortune tellers lied, as crystal balls were false.

Smiling, I intend to take life, because crying I saw the lost youth.

I feel my soul deserted, an emptiness is created in my chest.

I understood the mistake of all humanity, some cry for pleasure and others with longing. I swore and my oath I will never break, all tears I will hide.

Forget our love, see if you forget, because everything in the world happens. And it turns out that I don’t know how to love anymore. You will cry, you will suffer and you don’t deserve it, but it happens.

Whoever said she was mine, if she was, she would be the queen who always came to my dreams.

I try to drown your memory in alcohol, but I realize that my revenge is ridiculous.

Ah, these steel strings, this tiny guitar neck that my fingers caress.

I want to watch the sun rise, see the waters of the rivers flow, hear the birds sing. I want to be born, I want to live.

The times gone by, never forgotten, bring nostalgia when remembering. It is with sadness that I remember remote things that no longer come.

How beautiful it is to hear the birds sing, that I will greet the fresh dawn with harmony, what a melody.

Although I know you are resolved, at every corner your life falls a little, in a short time you will no longer be what you are.

Red as the face is next to the dearest rose. All sadness is black if there is a farewell on the Avenue. All sadness in this life is black.

After the storm, the sun will rise. When this longing is over, I will have someone else to love.

I feel my calm shaken, my soul drunk, effects of your seduction.

I am samba, I am from here in Rio de Janeiro, I am the one who brings joy to millions of Brazilian hearts.

You had a great future ahead of you. And I said believer, our love is pure, but reality has finally arrived.

You also remind me of the dawn, when it comes illuminating my lifeless paths.

My first love died like a flower still in bud, leaving thorns that lacerate my heart.

I was wrong, great God, but who is wrong when he sees his castle fall to the earth? I judged Lord, from that dream. I would never wake up. If I’m wrong, forgive me for the love of Mary.

Run and look at the sky, the sun comes to bring good morning.

I like to do samba with pain in the elbow, talking about women, love, God, because that’s what I think is important and it ends up becoming an important thing.