'Chandeira'
Ooh my giddy god god,
Vat am I saying please, isn't it ??
An echo falls,
Of one who laughed,
Of one who japed.
A time of merriment,
Come and gone, returned ?
Years rolled by,
Why ?
We talk no more,
Sadly I,
Would love to fool, for you.
Desolate the source,
You are the Ebro queen.
As if I could forget,
Your spirit in my dream.
'C'
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