Chanson de favela (Song Do)

[Verse 1]
[Acoustic guitar with a melancholy bossa nova rhythm, raw and intimate]
[gravelly, weathered male voice, raspy and worn out by alcohol and cigarettes]
La brume de Santa Teresa colle à mes doigts
Le vieux briquet Zippo grince encore une fois
Une dernière bouffée de fumée âpre et grise
Sur les pavés humides où s'éteint la bise
Les ruelles de la favela dégringolent vers l'eau
Où la carcasse endormie attend le mat'lo

[Chorus]
[Fuller acoustic arrangement, subtle Brazilian percussion, gritty and emotional]
[gravelly, weathered male voice, raspy and worn out by alcohol and cigarettes]
Adieu Esmeralda, la terre ferme chavire
J'ai le cœur en rade et l'âme au supplice
Les amarres se cassent, le moteur soupire
L'horizon m'appelle et le froid m'attire

[Verse 2]
[Sparse acoustic guitar, melancholic tone]
[gravelly, weathered male voice, raspy and worn out by alcohol and cigarettes]
J'ai ton parfum salé, encré sous ma peau
Quatre jours d'ivresse au fond d'un tripot
À boire du cachaça en regardant le port
On s'est aimé fort, on s'est aimé à mort
Maintenant je descends, le sac à l'épaule
Le soleil se lève et détruit mon rôle

[Chorus]
[Fuller acoustic arrangement, subtle Brazilian percussion]
[gravelly, weathered male voice, raspy and worn out by alcohol and cigarettes]
Adieu Esmeralda, la terre ferme chavire
J'ai le cœur en rade et l'âme au supplice
Les amarres se cassent, le moteur soupire
L'horizon m'appelle et le froid m'attire

[Bridge]
[Tempo slows down, dark and haunting nylon-string guitar solo, melancholic Brazilian chords]
[gravelly, weathered male voice, raspy and worn out by alcohol and cigarettes]
Le port s'éloigne... Le moteur gronde...

[Outro]
[Sorrowful and heartbreaking female lead vocal in Portuguese, gentle melancholic acoustic backing]
Eu te amo tanto...
Por que você tem que partir?
Queria ficar com você a vida inteira...
Meu amor, não me deixe sozinha no cais.
Vou te esperar toda a minha vida...
Se você voltar, eu sempre estarei aqui.

Acoustic rock with Brazilian percussion and subtle nylon-string guitar rhythms, melancholic and gritty atmosphere. Verses sung by a gravelly, weathered male voice, raspy and worn out by alcohol and cigarettes, telling the story of a sailor leaving Esmeralda behind after a port romance, walking down the favela towards the harbor while smoking a cigarette. The final section transitions to a sorrowful female lead vocal in Portuguese, singing a heartbreaking farewell confessing her love and her desperate wish to spend her whole life with him. Melancholy, cinematic, emotional