Balada nº 7 - Mané Garrincha

Your illusion enters the field in the empty stadium
A crowd of dreams applauds maybe
The old athlete remembers the happy plays
Killing the longing in his chest dribbling the emotion

Today other stars repeat his plays
Still in the net swings his last goal
But stopped by life
And the game ended forever
His tired legs ran for nothing
And the team of time won

Where are you, where are you, you passed by
What was sweet, what wasn't ended
Where are you, where are you, you passed by
In the dream's videotape, the story was recorded

He raises his arms and runs again on the field
Dribbling his dream and remembering the past
In the championship of memory, he makes a badge of his heart
That life's journeys are dream balls
That the time's star kicked

Where are you, where are you, you passed by
What was sweet, what wasn't ended
Where are you, where are you, you passed by
In the dream's videotape, the story was recorded

Where are you, where are you, you passed by
What was sweet, what wasn't ended
Where are you, where are you, you passed by
In the dream's videotape, the story was recorded

Where are you, where are you, you passed by
What was sweet, what wasn't ended
Where are you, where are you, you passed by
In the dream's videotape, the story was recorded