Nick Cave em Ipanema lyrics

The rain had washed the streets of Ipanema Leaving puddles shining near the curb A bar remained half-lit beside the shoreline The sort of place that never drew a crowd A jukebox played to almost no one The waiter wiped the same glass twice Outside, buses crossed the avenue Inside, nobody seemed in any hurry He sat beneath a faded advertisement Black-haired, thin, a notebook by his hand A pack of cigarettes beside an ashtray A foreigner far away from home Nobody asked him for a picture Nobody waited by the door The waiter called him once for closing He nodded and returned to work I carried one old record to his table Unsure if I should speak or walk away He looked up from a half-finished sentence Then moved an empty chair my way He signed his name without a flourish The pen moved slowly on the sleeve Then underneath the signature he added In careful Portuguese Ao meu camarada Nick Cave The rain kept tapping on the glass Nick Cave Another cigarette burned past Nick Cave The jukebox humming soft and low Nick Cave Watching where the evening goes A woman laughed beyond the doorway A taxi stopped and drove away He turned a page and wrote a few more lines I never knew what they became A song A story A discarded thought Some things remain unfinished The city changed The bar disappeared The avenue filled with different faces Friends moved away Buildings changed hands The decades carried off their evidence Now the sleeve has yellowed at the edges The ink has faded slightly too But every letter still remains Exactly where he placed it Ao meu camarada I've forgotten conversations I've forgotten addresses I've forgotten names But not those words Not those words And not that night