Canção da América
Fernando Brant
Song of America
A friend is something to keep
Under seven locks
Inside the heart
That's what the song said that I heard in America
But the one who sang cried
Seeing his friend leave
But the one who stayed, in thought flew
With his song that the other remembered
And the one who flew, in thought stayed
With the memory that the other sang
A friend is something to keep
On the left side of the chest
Even if time and distance say no
Even forgetting the song
What matters is to hear
The voice that comes from the heart
For whatever comes, let it come
One day, my friend, I'll meet you again
One day, my friend, we'll meet again
