Saudade dos Aviões da Panair

Here comes the streetcar going up and down the hill
And the conductor stopped the band for a minute
To tell me stories from the Italian campaign
And about the shot he never took
I got a huge scare on the wings of Panair
I found out that things change and that everything is small on the wings of Panair
And there goes a kid cursing the priest and the stone
And there goes a kid savoring rotten delights
And there goes a kid, master of all the fruits
Without any sin, without fear
Fear in my life was born much later
I discovered that my weapon is what memory holds from the days of Panair
Nothing sad exists that can't be forgotten
Someone insists and speaks to the heart
Everything sad exists and isn't forgotten
Someone insists and wounds the heart
Nothing new exists on this planet
That isn't talked about here at the bar
And that fight and that hunger for the game
And that tango and that lady of the night
And that stain and the hidden speech
That died in the back of the yard
I died every day of the days I lived
The beer I drink today is just in memory
Of the days of Panair
The first Coca-Cola, I remember it well now
On the wings of Panair
The greatest of wonders was flying over the world
On the wings of Panair
Around this table, old and young
Remembering what once was
Around this table, there are others talking just the same
Around these tables, there's the street
Living its normal
Around this street, a city dreaming its metals
Around the city.