longe vem voce E tudo a flutuar No azul da terra em movimento Seu corpo contra o meu Num giro pelo ar Na tarde de silencio a valsar Luar a navegar No
lembrancas, / agora esta valsa no avesso dos dias, / na melancolia das suas oitavas, / repete de leve nas horas sombrias / as loucas palavras que me murmuravas / agora esta valsa
Vento do mar no meu rosto E o sol a brilhar, brilhar Calcada cheia de gente A passar e a me ver passar Rio de janeiro, gosto de voce Gosto de quem gosta
Translation: Eagle Wing. Waltz With Folia.
Translation: Chico Buarque. Valsa Brasileira.
Translation: Dance Of Days. Waltz Of Living Waters.
Wa going to write a song at a time When my life and my moods were in order and fine But the hour was late and my room was a state And I realized that
Back at that high school cotillion Chances were one in a million She had that angora sweater How could I ever forget her? She had a body you'd kill for
She stands on the banks of the mighty Mississippi Alone in the pale moonlight Waiting for a man, a riverboat gambler Said that he'd return tonight They
May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the
Down south in New Orleans The prettiest girls I've ever seen A sparkling eye and lips so sweet And we make love to the Rumba beat A ship's at anchor,
Helpless ! Helpless ! Helpless !... There is a town in north Ontario, With dream comfort memory to spare, And in my mind I still need a place to go,
They say everything can be replaced They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here I see my light come shinin
It makes no difference where I turn I can't get over you and the flame still burns It makes no difference, night or day The shadow never seems to fade
You can walk on the water Drown in the sand You can fly off a mountaintop If anybody can Run away, run away (Run away, run away) It's the restless age
