No, I will never forget the bay of Rio
The color of the sky, the name of the corcovado
Rua madureira, the street you lived in
I will not forget , yet I never went there
No, I will never forget that day in July
When I met you, or we had to separate
For such a short time, and we walked in the rain
Me, I spoke of love, and you, you spoke of your country
No, I will not forget the softness of your body
In the taxi who was driving us to the airport
You turned around to smile at me, before getting in
In a coravelle that never arrived
No, I will never forget the day when I read
Your name, poorly written, among many other unknown names
On the first page of a Brazilian newspaper
I tried to read and I didn't understand it
br/>Nothing no I will never forget the bay of Rio
The color of the sky the name of the corcovado
The rua madureira the street that you lived
I will not forget however I I've never been there

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