Lembranças
Porca Véia
Memories
When lost souls meet
Hurt by displeasure
A wave, a laugh, just
Makes us want to live
They are the old mysteries of life
Whipped by the day to day
Already tired of so much sadness
They go in search of new joy
Already tired of so much sadness
They go in search of new joy
And, dying this afternoon, brunette
When the sun, slowly, goes away
Memories flow with the waters
Passengers of the Uruguay River
And the guitars, eternal cicadas
Among the flowers of the old ipês
Always alive, asleep, awaken
In the memory of the first time
Always alive, asleep, awaken
In the memory of the first time
And, dying this afternoon, brunette
When the sun, slowly, goes away
Memories flow with the waters
Passengers of the Uruguay River
And the guitars, eternal cicadas
Among the flowers of the old ipês
Always alive, asleep, awaken
In the memory of the first time
Always alive, asleep, awaken
In the memory of the first time
