My eight years
(I dedicate this song to my children, Chintya and
Sydney. (The best times of my life)
(when
I sing this poem to my children, my father-in-low was thrilled).
My father-in-low,
was
thrilled
when I sang this
poem for my children
Oh! I miss that I have
poem for my children
Oh! I miss that I have
From the
dawn of my life,
From my childhood sweetheart
That the years bring no more!
What love, what dreams, what flowers,
From my childhood sweetheart
That the years bring no more!
What love, what dreams, what flowers,
Caressing those afternoons
In the shade of banana trees
Under the orange!
How beautiful are the days
In the shade of banana trees
Under the orange!
How beautiful are the days
From the
dawn of existence!
- Breathe the soul innocence
As the flower perfumes; The sea is - serene lake,
The sky - a blue mantle,
The world - a golden dream,
- Breathe the soul innocence
As the flower perfumes; The sea is - serene lake,
The sky - a blue mantle,
The world - a golden dream,
Life - a hymn d'amor!
That dawn, that sun, life,
That night melody
That sweet joy
That dawn, that sun, life,
That night melody
That sweet joy
That naive flirt!
The sky embroidery d'stars
A land full of aromas
The waves kissing the sand
The sky embroidery d'stars
A land full of aromas
The waves kissing the sand
And the moon kissing the
sea!
Oh! days of my childhood!
Oh! my spring sky!
How sweet life was not
Oh! days of my childhood!
Oh! my spring sky!
How sweet life was not
On that cheerful morning!
Instead of hurts now,
I had such delights
My mother's caresses
Instead of hurts now,
I had such delights
My mother's caresses
And kissing my sister!
Free child of the mountains,
I was well satisfied,
Shirt open the chest,
- Bare feet, bare arms
- Running through meadows
The wheel of waterfalls,
Behind the wings light
Free child of the mountains,
I was well satisfied,
Shirt open the chest,
- Bare feet, bare arms
- Running through meadows
The wheel of waterfalls,
Behind the wings light
Blue butterflies!
In those blissful times
Would reap pitangas,
I climbed up to get the sleeves,
In those blissful times
Would reap pitangas,
I climbed up to get the sleeves,
Played by the sea;
He prayed to the Hail Marys
I thought the sky always beautiful.
I fell asleep smiling
He prayed to the Hail Marys
I thought the sky always beautiful.
I fell asleep smiling
And awoke
to sing!
Oh! I miss that I have
From the dawn of my life,
From my childhood sweetheart
Oh! I miss that I have
From the dawn of my life,
From my childhood sweetheart
That the
years bring no more!
- What love, what dreams, what flowers,
Caressing those afternoons
In the shade of banana trees
Under the orange!
Poem of the poet: Casimiro de Abreu
- What love, what dreams, what flowers,
Caressing those afternoons
In the shade of banana trees
Under the orange!
Poem of the poet: Casimiro de Abreu
I used to sing this song for
my kids on Friday night, because they were happy because they would be with me
for three days I mean, because I was not going to work over the next three
days.
Balbina Almeida de Carvalho