Un Son Para Portinari

For Candido Portinari
Honey and rum,
And a sugar guitar
And a song,
And a heart.
For Candido Portinari
Buenos Aires and a bandoneon.

Oh, tonight it's possible, it's possible,
Oh, tonight it's possible, it's possible,
We can sing a tune.

He dreams and shines.
A man with a tough hand,
Made of blood and paint,
Screams on the canvas.
He dreams and shines,
His tough hand's blood,
He dreams and shines,
Like carved in fire;
He dreams and shines,
Like a star in the sky,
He dreams and shines,
Like a flying spark...
He dreams and shines.

So with his tough hand,
Made of blood and paint,
On the canvas,
He dreams and shines,
A man with a tough hand.
Portinari reveals him
And heals his broken chest.

Oh, tonight it's possible, it's possible,
Oh, tonight it's possible, it's possible,
We can sing a tune!

For Candido Portinari
Honey and rum,
And a sugar guitar
And a song,
And a heart.
For Candido Portinari
Buenos Aires and a bandoneon.