Well they tell me it's only
a dream in rio
nothing could be as sweet
as it seems
on this very first day down
they remind me "son have you
so soon forgotten
often as not it's rotten inside
and the mask soon slips away"
Strange taste of a tropical
fruit
romantic language of the portuguese
melody on a wooden flute
somba floating in the summer
breeze
It's alright you can stay asleep
you can close your eyes
you can trust the people of
paradise
to call your keeper
and tender your goodbyes
Oh what a night wonderful one
in a million
frozen fire brazillian stars
oh holy southern cross
later on take me way downtown
in a tin can;
can't come down from the bandstand
I'm never thrown for such
a loss when they say
Quando a nossa mae acordar
andareimoz au sol
quando a nossa mae acordar
cantara' pelos sertao
quando a nossa mea acordar
Todos os filios saberao
todos os filios saberao
e regozilarao
Caught in the rays of the rising
sun
on the run from the soldier's
gun
shouting out loud from the
angry crowd
the mild the wild and the
hungry child
I'll tell you there's more
than a dream in rio
I was there on the very day
and my heart came back alive
there was more
more than the singing voices
more than the upturned faces
and more than the shining
eyes
But it's more than the shining
eye
more than the steaming green
more than the hidden hills
more than the concrete christ
more than a distant land
over a shining sea
more than a hungry child
more like another time
born of a million years
more than a million years
Marco Giunco |
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