When lost souls meet
Hurt by displeasure
In a wave of just one laugh
In the will of us to live
These are the old mysteries of life
Whipped by the day-to-day
Already tired of so much sadness
They go in search of new joy

And at the death of this brown afternoon
When the sun slowly goes away
The memories hobble with the waters
Passengers of the Uruguay River
And the eternal guitars cicadas
Among the flowers of the old ipês
Always alive asleep they wake up
In the memory of the first time

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