Anos Dourados
Tom Jobim
Golden Years
It seems like you say
I love you, Maria
In the photograph
We are happy
I call you in a hurry
And leave confessions on the recorder
It will be funny
If you have a new love
I see myself by your side
I love you?
I don't remember
It seems like December
Of a golden year
It seems like a bolero
I want you, I want you
To say that I don't want
Your kisses anymore
Your kisses anymore
I don't know if I still
Forget you in fact
In our picture
I look so beautiful
I call you breathless
And say confused things on the recorder
It's unsettling
To revisit the great love
My eyes wet
Insane Decembers
But when I remember
They are golden years
I still want you
Bolero, our verses are banal
But how I hope
Your kisses never again
Your kisses never again
