Sonho de Valsa
Grupo Fundo de Quintal
Dream of Waltz
Only those who have tasted
The bitter taste of ingratitude
Only those who have drunk the gall of loneliness
Can know
What I know today
Only those who have heard
The voice of my plaintive guitar
Playing the waltz of disillusionment
Can understand what I went through
In an abyss of roses I fell, I thought
Then on a floor of stars
I lay down and rolled, rolled
But then it was cruel
I tasted the gall on the lips I kissed
Today that waltz is a dream of waltz
That I, poor pierrot, danced
In the caress of a kiss that remained in a desire
I, poor pierrot, danced
