Você
Roberto Menescal
You
You morning of all mine
You who early turned into evening
You of whom I am life
and know but I will be
You a good kiss of sun
You in every vain afternoon
will come smiling in the morning
You a laughter laughing in the light
You the peace of blue skies
You serene well of love in me
You sadness that I created
I dreamed of you for me
Come more to me but only
