Até Pensei
Junto à minha rua havia um bosque
Que um muro alto proibia
Lá todo balão caia, toda maçã nascia
E o dono do bosque nem via
Do lado de lá tanta aventura
E eu a espreitar na noite escura
A dedilhar essa modinha
A felicidade morava tão vizinha
Que, de tolo, até pensei que fosse minha
Junto a mim morava a minha amada
Com olhos claros como o dia
Lá o meu olhar vivia de sonho e fantasia
E a dona dos olhos nem via
Do lado de lá tanta ventura
E eu a esperar pela ternura
Que a enganar nunca me vinha
Eu andava pobre, tão pobre de carinho
Que, de tolo, até pensei que fosses minha
Toda a dor da vida me ensinou essa modinha
Que, de tolo, até pensei que fosse minha
I Even Thought
Next to my street there was a forest
That a high wall prohibited
There every balloon fell, every apple was born
And the owner of the forest didn't even see
On the other side so much adventure
And I peeking in the dark night
Strumming this little tune
Happiness lived so close
That, foolishly, I even thought it was mine
Next to me lived my beloved
With eyes as clear as day
There my gaze lived on dreams and fantasies
And the owner of those eyes didn't even see
On the other side so much joy
And I waiting for tenderness
That deceit never came to me
I walked poor, so poor in affection
That, foolishly, I even thought you were mine
All the pain of life taught me this little tune
That, foolishly, I even thought it was mine
Escrita por: Chico Buarque