Meus Oito Anos
Carlos Galhardo
My Eight Years
Oh! How I miss
The dawn of my life
My beloved childhood
That the years no longer bring
What love, what dreams, what flowers
In those playful afternoons
In the shade of the banana trees
Under the orange groves
How beautiful are the days
Of the beginning of existence
The soul breathes innocence
Like perfumes the flower
The sea is a serene lake
The sky a blue mantle
The world a golden dream
Life a hymn of love
Oh! Days of my childhood
Oh! My spring sky
How sweet life was not
In that cheerful morning
Instead of the sorrows of now
I had in those delights
My mother's caresses
And my sister's kiss
