Conceição

Conceição
I remember very well
Living on the hill dreaming
Of things the hill doesn't have

Then
Someone appeared up there
Who told her with a smile
That, going down to the city, she would rise

If she rose
Nobody knows, nobody saw
Because today her name changed
And she walked strange paths

Only I know
That trying to climb up, she went down
And now she would give a million
To be Conceição again