At Marimba

I am sitting in the evening

at Marimba, on the corner.

I am waiting at the counter

for my friend to pour some white wine.

And she fills it more that she is used to,

and before I show my gratitude,

she is looking at the doorway

and greets somebody coming in.

I open up the paper

there's a story of a woman

who had died while she was singing

it was no one I had heard of,

and I'm turning to the culture section

and looking for some concerts

when I feel there's someone watching me

and so I raise my head.

There's my lover on the outside

looking inside, does she see me?

Yes, she is able to see

and she's smiling back at me.

And I'm trying not to notice

what is right behind her legs

and when she trying well to hide it

her hair is getting wet.

Oh, this rain it will continue

through the evening, as I'm listening,

to the barks of my Menina...

I am thinking of her joy...

and of the midnight picnic

once upon a time before the rain begun....

And I finish up my glass of wine

and so we all head home.

Ta ta tara, ta tarara

Adaptation from Suzanne Vega's Tom's Dinner