Back In Bahia

Back in London, sometimes I felt far away from here
Every now and then, when I felt far away, I would catch myself
Pulling hair
Nervous, wanting to hear Celly Campelo so as not to fall
In that pit
In which I saw a comrade of mine from Portobello fall
In that lack
Of course I didn't even have a reason to enjoy it
In that absence
Of heat, of color, of salt, of sun, of heart to feel
I miss you so much
Preserved in an old silver chest inside me

I say in a silver chest because silver is the moonlight
Of the moonlight that I missed so much by the sea
Bahia Sea
Whose green from time to time did me good to remember
So different
The green of the lawns and fields there is also so beautiful
North Island
Where I don't know if by luck or punishment I stopped
For some time
Which finally passed quickly, as everything has to pass
Today I feel
As if having gone was necessary to return
So much more alive
Of a more lived life, divided here and there

Back in London, sometimes I felt far away from here
Every now and then, when I felt far away, I would catch myself
Pulling hair
Nervous, wanting to hear Celly Campelo so as not to fall
In that pit
In which I saw a comrade of mine from Portobello fall
In that lack
Of course I didn't even have a reason to enjoy it
In that absence
Of heat, of color, of salt, of sun, of heart to feel
I miss you so much
Preserved in an old silver chest inside me

I say in a silver chest because silver is the moonlight
Of the moonlight that I missed so much by the sea
Bahia Sea
Whose green from time to time did me good to remember
So different
The green of the lawns and fields there is also so beautiful
North Island
Where I don't know if by luck or punishment I stopped
For some time
Which finally passed quickly, as everything has to pass
Today I feel
As if having gone was necessary to return
So much more alive
Of a more lived life, divided here and there