I have a friend
who has showed me to fiddle with my sorrows,
who has showed me many good things.
To make laurels from my chains,
to free myself from my woes,
where there are thistles, to see lilies.
For a long time they called him this,
from the moment that I met him,
back then and now,
when I was a child and when I'm now a man.
I have a friend
who has shown me not to cry on the past,
he's a good friend, truly grand,
the more he passes, the more one learns.
I greet him in front of the mirror
with my wrinkles as an homage to my old friend,
and it's here that I steal, steal time from time itself
so that I may sing to my friend - time.
Raira, raira, lairarararara
Raira, raira, lairarararara
For a long time they called him this,
from the moment that I met him,
back then and now,
when I was a child and when I'm now a man.
I have a friend
who has showed me to fiddle with my sorrows,
who has showed me many good things.
To make laurels from my chains.
I greet him in front of the mirror
with my wrinkles as an homage to my old friend,
and it's here that I steal, steal time from time itself
so that I may sing to my friend - time.
Raira, raira, lairarararara
Raira, raira, lairarararara