Sonho de Valsa

Only those who have tasted
The bitter taste of ingratitude
Only those who have drunk the gall of loneliness
Can know
What I know today

Only those who have heard
The voice of my plaintive guitar
Playing the waltz of disillusionment
Can understand what I went through

In an abyss of roses I fell, I thought
Then on a floor of stars
I lay down and rolled, rolled
But then it was cruel
I tasted the gall on the lips I kissed
Today that waltz is a dream of waltz
That I, poor pierrot, danced
In the caress of a kiss that remained in a desire
I, poor pierrot, danced