Odeon

Oh, how I wish
My little cry
So long abandoned
And the melancholy I felt
When I heard
Who made me cry so much
Also reminds me
So much, so much
All the charm
Of a past
That was beautiful
It was sad, it was good
Just like a little cry
Called Odeon

Playing flute and ukulele
My little cry unravels
Takes from the guitar's song
That bass note
That gives me life
And that kills me
It's just affection
My little cry
When it catches and arrives
So slowly
Dim light, soft voice, half-tone
My little cry called Odeon

Ah, come quickly
Beloved little cry, come
Show the grace
That heartfelt crying has
How much time has passed
How much has changed
No one cries for anyone anymore

Ah, who would have thought that one day
My little cry, you would come
With the grace that love gave you
To say: It doesn't matter
It's all the same, it's all good
I came back to cry with you

Old cry, dear cry
I still chase this illusion today
This longing that goes with me
And it almost seems like that prayer
That comes straight from the heart
If I could remember
And be a child
If I could renew
My hope
If I could remember
How to dance
This little cry
That, nowadays
No one knows anymore

Cry a lot, my little cry
Your cry of longing
Tell the mandolin not to play
So beautifully
Because it almost seems like cruelty
Oh, my little cry
I just wanted
To turn into reality
The poetry
Oh how beautiful, oh how sad, oh how good
Of a little cry called Odeon