De Muito Longe
Wilson das Neves
From Far Away
From very far away comes my lament
A thousand generations forming the basis of this feeling
From very far away all the magic of the vibrations,
Of the emotions, of the sound of the drums
From very far away comes the melody, that slowly
Resides in our day-to-day
All anxiety, all loneliness
All vanity, unleashed in any song
From very far away this longing, that adores me and
Devours me with simplicity
That accompanies me as the wind marks the hours
Of joy, and the hours of torment
I'm searching for any dream
To take away from me a shadow of a woman
I'm singing, bringing joy to those born in the
World full of agony
This longing comes from very far away, that adores me and
Devours me with simplicity
That accompanies me as the wind marks the hours
Of joy, and the hours of torment
I'm searching for any dream
To take away from me a shadow of a woman
I'm singing, bringing joy to those born in the
World full of agony
To those born in the
World full of agony
To those born in the
World full of agony
To those born in the
World full of agony
To those born in the
World full of agony
