Yesterday I found the flower you once gave me
as a token of the love you offered me.
That tender carnation faithfully keeps its fragrance...
Yesterday I found the flower you once gave me.
I still keep that letter you once wrote for me;
it had a passion red stain.
Your signature and the carnation made me sad...
I still keep that letter you once wrote for me.
Please, come back; for life is too short;
We should end our doubts and grudges.
As the singer wisely sang, past is past;
out of all evils, pride is the worst.
Let's rekindle our passion, for life is too short;
let's make our hearts warm.
The fragrance of forgiveness... that's what our beings long for:
the perfume of hope for a new dawn,
the freshness of spring forevermore.
The fragrance of forgiveness... that's what our beings long for
Get up and enjoy, for life is short
Liven up at last and forget about the rest
Have no fear and listen up about life's teachings:
Do not bring upon yourself one more heartache because of the same old mistake!
Get up and enjoy, for life is short
Liven up at last and forget about the rest
Get rid of all the sorrows at last, and set out for the good life
In love and harmony, like the waves and the sand.
Get up and enjoy, for life is short
Liven up at last and forget about the rest
Cheer up, shake the blues off, get together and leave problems behind
Racatacatá, cun, cun, prá (onomatopoeia for percussion)
The drums are calling!