Brazil, when stars were entertaining June,
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured someday soon
We kissed and clung together
Then - tomorrow was another day
The morning found us miles away
With still a million things to say
And now, when twilight dims the skies above
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing I'm certain of
Return, I will, to old Brazil.
Ary Barroso / Pink Martini [Sympathique, 1997]
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