2021.06.17.
The Boys From Braz
Remember, let me rememberMy times when I was a boy in Braz
The nights with serenades
Couples in love
And the strings of a guitar
That sings, in a weeping tone,
Those tender madrigals
Dream, let me dream,
Remember that ephemeral love
A shadow wrapped in darkness behind the windows
Makes a languid gesture, full of grace,
A picture of a past that won't come back
Only a memory
Remains from that big love
Those moonlit nights
That youth, so pure,
Today, the years pass even faster
And the nights are no longer warm
Only a big nostalgia
Is all that remains
To the old troubadour
Remember, let me remember
My times when I was a boy in Braz
The nights with serenades
Couples in love
And the strings of a guitar
That sings, in a weeping tone,
Those tender madrigals
Dream, let me dream,
Remember that ephemeral love
A shadow wrapped in darkness behind the windows
Makes a languid gesture, full of grace,
A picture of a past that won't come back