Enquanto o Trompete Toca / As the Trumpet plays (Made in Amsterdam)

O sol, as ruas, os sinos, fazem-me pensar em ti, que penetraste no meu corpo que anseia por Jazz n' Chess.

O Jazz toca, mas o Chess, esse, ainda não saíu do armário.

Pedes-me a água fresca que inunda as minhas entranhas, enquanto o trompete toca!

És a viúva branca bem dentro de mim.

O sol, as ruas, os prédios, fazem-me pensar em ti, enquanto o trompete toca!

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The sun, the streets, the bells, they make me think of you, whom penetrated in my body which is anxious for Jazz n' Chess.

The Jazz is playing but the chess hasn't left the closet.

You ask me for the chilled water that floods my guts, as the trumpet plays!

You are the white widow well inside me.

The sun, the streets, the buildings, they make me think of you, as the trumpet plays!