Reanso
In the sleeping silence of autumn
under the hurricane trees
there is a heart racing its beats
still encouraged by the warm welcome
That you gave him in the warm summer sun
I don't know if it was your smile
or that look of a spring poppy,
that she told me one afternoon
that I must take you in my memory.
Your serene voice of calm seas
your tropical horizon climate
and those eyes of the full moon
and disguise of...
under the hurricane trees
there is a heart racing its beats
still encouraged by the warm welcome
That you gave him in the warm summer sun
I don't know if it was your smile
or that look of a spring poppy,
that she told me one afternoon
that I must take you in my memory.
Your serene voice of calm seas
your tropical horizon climate
and those eyes of the full moon
and disguise of...