Epoca

If it disappeared
In me it will appear
They thought it died
But it will be reborn
It rained, stopped, rained
And a boy guessed
We heard a voice, and from a tango
Rumor of a white handkerchief

Those were not good times
Those airs were bad
It was twenty-five years ago
And you existed

Those were not good times
Those airs were bad
It was twenty-five years ago
And you existed, without existing yet

If it disappeared
In me it will appear
They thought it died and here one is born
Here life is reborn

Those were not good times
Those airs were bad
It was twenty-five years ago
And you existed

Those were not good times
Those airs were bad
It was twenty-five years ago
And you existed, without existing yet