I am walking...
on the tropical path,
the night full of stillness
with its moisture scent.
In ...
the breeze coming from the sea
I hear the rumor of a song,
song of love and piety.
With her I went night after night
up to the sea… to kiss
her mouth fresh of love.
And she swore
to love me more and more
and never forget
that night by the sea.
Today...
I have only memories left,
my eyes die of weeping
and the soul dies of waiting.
A a… a a…
A a… a a…
Why did she leave? ... you let her go,
tropical path.
Make her return... to me,
I want to kiss her mouth
once more by the sea.
: : :
Tropical path...