Canção da América

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