Future lovers Don't worry, no Nothing's for now Love is in no hurry He can wait in silence In the back of a closet In the post-rest Millennia, millennia In the air And who knows, then Rio will be Some submerged city The divers will come Explore your house Your room, your things Your soul, attic spaces Wise in vain Will try to decipher The echo of ancient words Fragments of letters, poems Lies, portraits Traces of strange civilization Don't worry, no That nothing is for now Loves will always be kind Future lovers, perhaps they will love each other without knowing With the love that I once left for you Author: Chico Buarque