Every time I lose myself in the streets of Copacabana
I wonder where you live, who you’re with, what you’re doing, my dear Ana
Do you go to that old coffee house? Do you jog by the sea?
Are you happier now among the crowd? Do you ever think of me?

Your skin is all over the dust on the floor
Even our cat is mad, he can’t sleep anymore
We just lay on the couch waiting for your knock on the door
I kept your photograph, I love you, I still want more

What if you see me wandering through the streets of Copacabana
Would you say empty words to fill a conversation in, my dear Ana?
Or would I be a stranger, just another face in this concrete land?
If you mind asking me how I am, I'm sorry, I'm a broken man

And your skin is all over the dust on the floor
Even our cat is mad, he can’t sleep anymore
We just lay on the couch waiting for your knock on the door
I kept your photographs, I love, I still want more