Música dedicada a todos aqueles que tiveram que se afastar da sua cidade natal.
Song dedicated to all those who had to move away from his hometown.
1947
Since that time
I have not reviewed more
What will
in my hometown.
I saw the world
and I wonder if
I would be the same
if I were still there.
I do not know why
I think of you tonight,
flowery road
of youth.
How I wish
be a tree, who knows
Where born and where he died.
It's too late
to go back now
no more
recognize me.
The evening is a dream
that never come true,
be another
and, instead, it's me.
Since that time
I have not found it,
flowery road
of youth.
How I wish
be a tree, who knows
Where born and where he died.
How I wish
be a tree, who knows
Where born
and where he died!
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