A Rita [English translation]

Rita took away my smile

In her smile, my topic

She took with her what was rightfully mine

She riped me off the chest and more

She took her portrait, her rag, her plate

What a role!

A picture of San Francisco

And a good Christmas record

Rita killed our love out of revenge

Didn't even left any inheritance

She didn't take any money, for there wasn't any

But she caused losses and damages

She took away my plans, my poor mistakes

My 20's, my heart

And besides all, left my guitar mute

• Artist:Chico Buarque
• Album:Chico Buarque de Hollanda (1966)