Ando nas ruas do centroEstou lembrando temposEnquanto lhe vejo caminhar
Aguando a calçadaUm barbeia um velhoDeita a noite e diz poesia
Vinho enquanto ouve choro costurarPassei em casa, seu Zé não estavaMemórias Senhor Brás Cubas Postumavam 1Enquanto vi passar Helena pra casa de chá
Devagar, bonde na praçaAinda borda delicadezaTorna a gente banca de floresLibertando sorrisos no ar
I walk around DowntownRemembering the old timesWhile I see you wander
Watering the sidewalkAn old man has his beard cutThe night falls and he tells poetry
Drinks some wine while listening to the choros playingI dropped by, Mr. Zé wasn't thereBrás Cubas's memories were posthumous 1While I saw Helena going to her tea house
Slowly, the tram stops on the squareIt still bears the delicacyIt makes us become a flower stallReleasing smiles in the air