A Capa do Viajante
Vou contá o que aconteceu isto é pura verdade
De um moço que viajava gostava da vaidade
Numa véspra de domingo ele chegou numa cidade
Foi no crube dançar baile proveitar da mocidade
Encontrou com a mocinha os dançaro à vontade
Antes do galo cantá rigulava 11 hora
A moça falou pra ele eu priciso ir imbora
À noite tá chuviscando mais a sua capa escora
Você vai junto comigo os dois saíro pra fora
Saíram de braço dado na rua contando história
Chegaram lá na avenida fizero a separação
Ela foi pra casa dela, e ele foi pra pensão
E deixou seu endereço sobrescrito no cartão
Levou a capa do moço só pra dar dimostração
Que ela já era morta tava livre da ilusão
No outro dia bem cedo levantou foi procurar
A casa do pai da moça custô muito pra ele achar
Bateu parma no portão o véio mandou entrar
E sentou numa cadeira e pegaram conversá
Perguntou da sua filha o véio pegou chorá
A minha filha caçula se chamava Aparecida
Tá fazendo muito tempo que ela foi falecida
Morreu foi pro cemitério e já passou pra outra vida
O moço falou pro velho com a voz meia tremida
Onti eu estive com ela passeando na avenida
O véio falou pro moço ocê não qué acreditá
Nóis vamo no cemitério que eu quero li mostrá
A sepurtura da filha só pra ver que jeito tá
O moço saiu com ele foram andando divagá
Chegaro no cemitério a capa dele tava lá
The Traveler's Cape
I'm going to tell you what happened, this is pure truth
About a young man who traveled and liked vanity
On a Sunday eve, he arrived in a city
He went to the club to dance, to enjoy his youth
He met a girl and they danced freely
Before the rooster crowed, it was around 11 o'clock
The girl told him, 'I need to go home'
It's drizzling at night, but his cape is soaked
'Will you come with me?' They both went outside
They walked arm in arm on the street, sharing stories
They arrived at the avenue and parted ways
She went to her house, and he went to the inn
He left his address written on a card
He took the young man's cape just to show
That she was already dead, free from illusion
The next day, very early, he got up to search
For the girl's father's house, it was hard for him to find
He knocked on the gate, the old man asked him in
And he sat on a chair, they started talking
He asked about his daughter, the old man started crying
'My youngest daughter was named Aparecida
It's been a long time since she passed away
She died, went to the cemetery, and moved on to another life'
The young man told the old man, his voice trembling
'Yesterday, I was with her, walking on the avenue'
The old man told the young man, 'You won't believe it
Let's go to the cemetery, I want to show you'
The grave of my daughter, just to see how it is
The young man left with him, they walked slowly
They arrived at the cemetery, his cape was there