Lalange (part. Milton Nascimento)

I dreamed that I returned to my daycare, at Yolanda Ópice in Araraquara
I was with my mother and I was already an adult
It was an event at the daycare
In the dream, I saw all the children who studied with me inside the park
They were separated from the people by a film
When I saw that my daycare friends were there
I started looking for my child
I remember I searched for all the bald children
Because I thought I would find myself faster that way
My mother held my hand the whole time
She was very patient waiting for me to find myself, and supported me
All the teachers recognized me as an adult
And looked at me with sweetness and did the same with my mother
The dream ended and I didn't find my child

From afar, she watches the sleep of those who want
Fiddling through the morning hours
When it gets dark, she almost wants to cry
The tears in her eyes dried up
Lalange, tenderness defines the clothes
Crying, the boy wanted to fly
Missing the embrace, where's mommy?
It seems like a dream, but it hurts

From afar, she watches the sleep of those who want
Fiddling through the morning hours
When it gets dark, she almost wants to cry
The tears in her eyes dried up
Lalange, tenderness defines the clothes
Crying, the boy wanted to fly
Missing the embrace, where's mommy?
It seems like a dream, but it hurts

From afar, she watches the sleep of those who want
Fiddling through the morning hours
When it gets dark, she almost wants to cry
The tears in her eyes dried up
Lalange, tenderness defines the clothes
Crying, the boy wanted to fly
Missing the embrace, where's mommy?
It seems like a dream, but it hurts
But it hurts, but it hurts, but it hurts
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts