Un Son Para Portinari

For Candido Portinari
Honey and rum
And a sugar guitar
And a song
And a heart
For Candido Portinari
Buenos Aires and a Bandoneon

Oh, tonight it can
It can
Oh, tonight it can
It can
You can sing a son

He dreams and shines
A man of firm hand
Made of blood and paint
He shouts on the canvas
He dreams and shines
His firm hand blood
He dreams and shines
Like carved in candle
He dreams and shines
Like a star in the height
He dreams and shines
Like a spark that flies
He dreams and shines

So, with his firm hand
Made of blood and paint
On the canvas
He dreams and shines
A man of firm hand

Portinari reveals him
And heals his broken chest