Balada Por Um Velho Amigo

Came from a long life and nicknamed himself John.
Went out on the streets talking about liberation.
Had a friendly smile, on a face that lived.
His God was his shelter and no danger John feared!
And from this old friend, the world has not forgotten until today!

Let's play again, like John played;
Let's love the people, like John loved;
Let's dream again, like John dreamed;
And maybe one day, this world will listen to what John said!
And maybe one day, this world will listen to what John said!

Lived like someone who walks knowing where he's going.
Knew where he came from, from a people searching for the father.
Brought so much hope, on a face that sowed.
That the world became a child, when the memory of John sprouted!
And a breath of spring made a new era where John stepped!

Let's play again, like John played;
Let's love the people, like John loved;
Let's dream again, like John dreamed;
And maybe one day, this world will listen to what John said!
And maybe one day, this world will listen to what John said!

Left as someone who lived on the edge of believing.
And at the same time he left, he said it's time to walk.
Left as a testament, his way of being a brother.
And now at any moment, my thoughts get lost in John!
Maybe I'll also learn to dream his dream of a brotherly world!

Let's play again, like John played;
Let's love the people, like John loved;
Let's dream again, like John dreamed;
And maybe one day, this world will listen to what John said!
And maybe one day, this world will listen to what John said!