Desejo Antigo

I want a simple little rhyme to sing
Talking about things I left back in the sticks
I want a stream gently rolling along
See butterflies fluttering on a bud
In the early morning when the day breaks
At the foot of the hill, a tangará plays joyfully
And suddenly everything, everything goes quiet
To hear the melody of the maestro thrush

Let me dream, my dear
Since I can't go back
Let me dream, my dear
Since I can't go back

I want a humble little house to live in
And a stream of water to quench my thirst
I want some shade by a manacá tree
Where I can rock my hammock
A native girl to be just mine
In her garden, I want to be the hummingbird
In the afternoon, I want a well-tuned guitar
A tune and a little song to sing to my love

The sun fades in the arms of the horizon
Painting a little sadness in my heart
The moon rises, lighting up behind the hills
I’m mesmerized, contemplating such beauty
A sad owl hoots far away
And the curiango responds for sure
The fireflies start to appear in an instant
They’re stars, they’re diamonds, adorning nature