Se Bastasse Uma Canção
Selma Reis
If Only a Song Was Enough
If singing with tenderness was enough
To calm these days
In which men have lost the sweetness
Of singing, I would die
But who am I?
But who am I?
Simple cicada
Whose voice is a slave
To the melody
If the song of hope was enough
To flood with joy
The sadness of our children
I would die
But who am I?
Who am I?
Simple gypsy on the profane paths of poetry
If singing compassionately was enough
To appease the agony
In these lands of captive people
I would die
But who am I?
But who am I?
Simple agent of the ruling star
Of symphonies
It takes much, much more
People singing
It takes much, much more
It's almost a superhuman effort
To manage to change the plans
It takes much, much more people
Singing
It takes much, much more
Singing peace in the whole world
It's almost a final effort
If singing with gentleness was enough
To stop the bleeding
For the universe to live with candor
I would die
But who am I?
But who am I?
Simple singer of the dancing nights
Of fantasies
It takes much, much more people
Singing
It takes much, much more
Singing, singing while there's still time
A song without suffering
It takes much, much more people
Singing
It takes much, much more to sing
With the sky
With the movements
To sing with the light, with the elements
While I wait
I keep singing, and singing and singing
I keep living
