Pequena Música Noturna
Rosa Passos
Little Night Music
I hear the rain drumming
All night on the roof
And the minutes slipping away
From present to past
One, two, four notes
A song starts to emerge
That envelops and comforts me
With memories of summer
In one of them I dove
Into an abyss of passion
If it was good, I don't even know
Today it's just a memory
These things belong to time
No matter what I've done
I feel the taste of the moment
I hear the rain and I am happy
