Και αν δεν σας ταξιδεύει η υπέροχη φωνή της που βγαίνει μέσα από την ψυχή της… δεν ξέρω τι άλλο μπορεί να σας ταξιδέψει !!!
If only a gull could come and bring the sky of Lisbon to me By the tracing of its wings Along this sky where my eyes, Like wings unable to fly, Sadden and fall down over the sea
The most perfect heart I would feel beating in my chest. It would be beating in your hand, my love, That hand in which my heart Perfectly nestled one time
If only a portuguese sailor, Driffter of the seven seas, Could be, who knows, the first one to tell me anything in his mind. If only a look with a new glow could at least meet mine now.
The most perfect heart I would feel beating in my chest. It would be beating in your hand, my love That hand in which my heart Perfectly nestled one time
If only all the birds in the sky, When I say life goodbye, Could grant me at the parting The last look in your eyes, That look that only you had You, the first love of my life
The most perfect heart I would feel, dying in my chest. It would die in your hand, my love That hand in which my heart Perfectly was beating one time That hand in which my heart Perfectly was beating one time