Artista:
Michael Franks
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In your abandoned garden, sunlight still prevails:The jasmine climbs the trellis fragrantly, thejacaranda ultravioletly sways.The blossom. each of them by your hand planted,Will, even if I tell them of your suddenDisappearance from us,Not believe the tale.Though the samba has ended, I know in the soundOf your voice, your piano, your flute, you are found,And the music within you continues to flowSadly, lost Antonio.You were my inspiration, my hero, my friend;On the highway of time will I meet you again?If the heart ever heals, does the scar always showFor the lost Antonio?For the lost Antonio?In your abandoned garden, beauty is unchanged:The hummingbird still hovers for the scent thefrangipane so seductively displays.Camellias, each of them by your hand planted,The sadness of your sudden disappearance stillunknown to them,Await the kiss of rain.Though the samba has ended, I know in the soundOf your voice, your piano, your flute, you are found,And the music within you continues to flowSadly, lost Antonio.You were my inspiration, my hero, my friend;On the highway of time will I meet you again?If the heart ever heals, does the scar always showFor the lost Antonio?For the lost Antonio?
