Te tengo que encontrar todavia mi amor.
Just like a sweet samba gently playing inside my head,
Like warm raindrops falling…
I want to find you again,
covered in golden soil under shimmering skies.
I see your body dance
Slowly moving through the air,
open flesh feasting on wind and water.
I want to find you again
amongst the seaweed and the oyster.
Soft, rolling inside my skin,
slicing the muscles, eating fire from my tongue.
Arriving at the seashore like the vessel in my happiest of dreams.
Tanto tiempo esperando, sin saber. Porque’ esperar tanto asi’?
No rewards for me.
Nothing not even a ride to the nearest post.
I listen to the voices in the dark:
this is my escape from reality;
This, a samba and you.
To transform what has already been…
How long before they come riding in?
Dogs, ponies and lawyers…
Life could be so nice if you were to take my heart away.
Send a note to the baker; I want to paint him blue.
Sera’ o no sera’
who put that hole in your heart?
Give me one more samba.
yo tengo que bailar….
Your new plan for an escape:
Moonstones kept inside eggshells…
Sera’ o no sera’
A new life crisis amongst the purple skylines of the city.
Find me a place far away where I can close my eyes
And never feel alone.
One more samba before I go.
I want to forget the news coming
From the radio twenty four-seven
Right up to the very end…I am praying for you.
Just like a sweet samba travelling through the air
All in all these years, my tears have all dried up…
Tristeza que mas’ que mas’ Te llevas via.
Guess what else came in the mail Dear…
One more samba before I go.
Everyone needs just reward for their efforts;
all of your needs are they well attended to?
Whom shall I say is calling?
One more flight into night.
One more passage to the other side of this World
One more Continent to find before it’s too late.
What is the weather like?
Will you be near?
Will you be with me for one more spin
around the streets of another one horse town?
Put the girls in a different room.
I need to get some sleep I need to feel alone.
Put Mexico somewhere next to me, next to my heart,
That and Brazil for its music of broken down souls
And courageous sadness.
Say good-bye to our Caribe;
Let us dance one more samba…
One more Carnival ….
I have a lot to do still.
Pack the artwork and the books.
Get some clothes in a suitcase
Let everything else go.
Esta es una samba pa dos.
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