Sonho de Papel
Carlos Braga e Alberto Ribeiro
Paper Dream
The balloon is rising, the drizzle is falling.
The sky is so beautiful and the night is so good.
Saint John, Saint John!
Light the bonfire in my heart.
Paper dream spinning in the darkness
I released in your honor in the multicolored dream.
Oh! My Saint John.
My blue balloon was slowly rising
The wind that blew carried away my dream.
It won't come back.
