Noites de Junho
Elba Ramalho
June Nights
Cold night
So cold in June
The balloons to the sky
Are rising
Among the clouds
Slowly disappearing
Wrapped in a faint veil
The balloons
Must certainly be
The stars from here
From this world
And the stars
From deep space
Are the balloons up in the sky
Balloon
Of my golden dream
You rose adorned
Full of light
Then
The children threw
Tore your belly
Of blue stripes
And you, envying
The stars
Dreamed of seeing them
Become a star in the sky
Today, extinguished balloon
You end up torn
In tatters in the air
