A noon, hot noon, a city and a port quay,
A barefoot boy danced tarantella.
And a crowd of passers-by, with different
Skins and faiths, from different countries
Rained coins of different colours to his feet.
There was a time many years ago
When that boy was the happiest in the world.
There was a time when some people were rich
And some were free like south wind.
A noon, the same city, but after many years,
A white Chevrolet replaced the devil-may-care dances.
You will come with a long-time melancholy to the night quay
Where you danced before, when a barefoot boy.
There was a time many years ago
When that boy was the happiest in the world.
There was a time when some people were rich
And some were free like south wind.
There was a time many years ago
When that boy was the happiest in the world.
There was a time when some people were rich
And some were free like south wind.
There was a time many years ago
When that boy was the happiest in the world.
There was a time when some people were rich
And some were free like south wind.
There was a time many years ago
When that boy was the happiest in the world.
There was a time when some people were rich
And some were free like south wind.