Somewhere in the deep pond,
My old house’s diving there,
A clever politican said
That there must be there a dam.
Our beautiful village was small,
A victim easy to forget,
They took us from our home
And there’s water where there was my bed.
There’s water where there was my bed,
There’s water where there was my bed,
They gave us a new house,
Not a new home, not a homeland.
Somewhere in the deep pond,
There must be the little square
Where one day, over the bench,
For first time I kissed a girl.
And they drowned my memories there,
In the name of economic interest,
They buried a part of me,
As if water was earth.
There’s water where there was my bed,
There’s water where there was my bed,
They gave us a new house,
Not a new home, not a homeland.
Bear wakes up, today the sun is red.
Lazy, sweet-toothed, capricious and free,
He walks down by the path,
He knows that salmons are
Sailing in the river, upwards.
With his paws, he comes out a rheum,
He hears his gut, and he hurries up.
And he needs no fishing rod,
Only time and a nod
To get the exquisit catch.
Hello, trees and flowers,
Excuse me for this delayed greet.
Now Bear needs a desert, he’s looking for a honeycomb.
He finds it in the third branch of a fir.
He’s happy, he is fit,
And he has to fight a bit
Against bees and their stings.
Later he heads for the place
Where bear ladies used to hibernate.
Perhaps it’s time to lay,
Perhaps they feel like him
Nature provides for us to take.
Miss, well, I was wondering,
If you have been too long alone.
There’s a son of bitch hunter there,
Dreaming with another big dead head,
Following bear’s tracks,
He never changes his tacks,
And as bear’s a little tired,
He’s in the line of fire.
But the man treads on a stick,
And now bear is warned,
And at the same time,
A big storm begins,
So the hunter runs to his home,
And bear is safe from his gun,
He’s comfortably back at his cave.
Thank you, my dear sky, thank you,
I’ll watch the rain and I’ll wait for the sun.
Where I lived
There were green fields,
High moon and peace,
And my lass.
As a child,
Nature was wild.
Together we did run
Under the trees.
But today
Things are not the same,
Droughts, they came and crossed,
Leaving nothing behind,
Just a no grass land.
How much I loved that life,
By her side.
We raised up a dream
Ev’ry night.
And through the rain
that washed the land
we used to walk
hand by hand.
And now, around,
It’s all so brown,
And when I look,
My hands are empty
For she went far,
where the storms,
and in this desert all alone I think,
things were so easy
when I run to hold her hand,
and when we run under the rain,
and when the fields were all so green.
Now ev’ry day is just the same,
Through the dry ways I spend my pain,
Now that I live in no grass land.
Round, round and round
‘till I moved to the farm,
restless in the city,
at last I left it behind,
and it was hard to take the step,
‘cause you have just your own help,
and the ones that love you think
you’re wrong, they cannot understand.
When I arrived to my little town
I had nothing to do but working hard,
Chop the wood, drive the nail,
Build a barn, bear the gale.
But if I’d stayed a little more,
I would have died for sure,
Here I have espace enough to grow,
Not like a filed person at the stupid row.
Now the moon is my lamplight,
And the sun is my daily wage,
Water comes right from the mountain,
And I had never felt so, like a sage.
I’d like to have her near,
I’d like like to have her near,
In my arms, here,
I’d like to have her near.
How much I’d like to have her near,
How much I’d like to have her near,
Being sincere,
I’d like to have her near.
If I could change my acts
I wouldn’t let her go.
If I could run to the past
I’d run to her shore.
‘Cause now I’d like to have her near,
I only want to have her near.
After this year,
I’d like to have her near.
I’d prefer having not known her
That having lost her that way,
And be sad remembering
Those last days of May.
And now I’d like to have her near,
How much I’d like to have her near.
My little dear,
I’d like to have her near.
I’m seeing all your colours shining to the sun,
Under a shiny sky, it’s you.
Among the flowers with your graceful smile,
Our summer in the country.
Let’s run together to the lake,
We’ll sleep there,
Over the sand we can rest,
I can’t wait for your embraces.
I’ll take a picture of you in the sand,
Picture in the sand,
I’ll take a picture of you in the sand,
Picture in the sand,
Oh, I’m so silly, but you follow me,
You follow me,
I feel like in the sand when I look at the photograph’s album.
Climbing to the hill, to the old lost town,
We cross barefoot the cold stream,
The light reflected on the bellflowers
Gives to evrything a touch of dream
I remember your hands among the rocks,
In the fresh water of the river,
There are your boots, there your socks,
And the horses running free on the grass.
I’ll take a picture of you in the sand,
Picture in the sand,
I’ll take a picture of you in the sand,
Picture in the sand,
Oh, I’m so silly, but you follow me,
You follow me,
I feel like in the sand when I look at the photograph’s album.
Oh, I’m so silly, but you follow me,
You follow me,
I feel like in the sand when I look at the photograph’s album.
Somebody’s talked me about you today,
And I’ve not been able to hear all the words he’s tried to say,
The sun’s come down over my back, and it’s brought me all your charms,
Then I’ve blushed inside, and I’ve blushed out and my mouth has been afraid.
He’s told me he had seen you in the park walking, laughing, holding other hands,
He’s told me he had seen your lips upon other lips
And my heart was beating so fast that I’ve wanted it to stop,
I was standing there hearing what he said and I’ve known I’m still in love.
I don’t know why we are not together,
I’d like to be with you again.
This world is full with things
That I’m too small to understand,
I want to discover them with you in the dark again.
But all the things that I’ve heard
Make me hopeless and sad.
Somebody’s talked me about you today
And I’ve not been able to hear all the words he was going to say.
The sun’s gone down over my back,
And the sparrows have slept in the pine,
Car drivers have turned on their car lights,
And the moon has begun to fly.
The sun began to go down,
Then I went out from my home,
I had a daily date,
I had a place to go.
Leaving the bridge behind,
Down by the riverside,
The path under the pines,
The castle.
There I met ev’ryday,
with my girl at the tower,
she liked to go there
to read and watch the dusk.,
to listen to the stream,
From the tower of my dreams,
Hummingbirds and bees
Respect her.
I remember those old days,
That summer, that year,
If I close my eyes
I feel I have her near,
But she’s never in
The tower of my dreams,
She left the town
To go to the high school.
Now I miss her when
I take my walks to the castle,
I think I see her ghost
But at last it’s just a branch,
And at night when I sleep
She appears in my dreams,
It’s a little solace,
But once it was real.
So tonight I have a date,
With my girl at the tower,
She is waiting there,
Or I’ll imagine it’s her.
Old days, not too far but gone.
Sometimes I see my brother and my mother
Looking at the sun, at evening
In our old summer garden,
And me running beside them,
With the dirty face and tangles of hair,
With a fishing rod to capture frogs,
And a ball on my feet, nineteen eighty one.
Old days, sometimes I can’t believe
They’ll never come again.
And I need to run to this beach
And play with those toys
That wrote my life.
Old days, when the night was my enemy,
When we made the most of light,
My grandparents sat in the terrace of the bar,
As we played to spin fast,
to get dizzy and laugh with an old new friend,
the hanging baloon at the widow’s room,
…old days won’t come again.
Old days, sometimes I can’t believe
They’ll never come again.
And I need to run to this beach
And play with those toys
That wrote my life.
Old days, when mummy came up to the second floor,
She brought a hot handkerchief,
It was a cure to my ear,
I was so ill,
I was so weak,
I was so free…
Old days, sometimes I can’t believe
They’ll never come again.
And I need to run to this beach
And play with those toys
That wrote my life.
And my old table where I didn’t make my homework,
I usually hated to be sat there,
Now you know I cry if I think
I’ll never write there anything.
Old days, sometimes I can’t believe
They’ll never come again.
And I need to run to this beach
And play with those toys
That wrote my life.