Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; She takes me back down the vista of years, until I see I see a child underneath the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings.
Cucurucu, cucurucu
Softly now in the evening dusk, a woman is singing to me; She takes me back down the vista of years, until I see A boy, a child underneath the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings Yearning to belong, yearning to belong My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong In spite of myself, and all of these nursery songs My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong
Cucurucu, cucurucu Singing cucurucu, cucurucu
Till the melodies of childish days, are upon, upon me And they take me back, back down the river They keep leading me on, they lead me to the sea And all of my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, and I weep like a child for the past.
I see a child underneath the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings. Listen to me son, I'll tell you why your feather's drunk Cause he can still say every single day, he's yearning to belong Yearning to belong, yearning to belong My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong In spite of myself, and all of these nursery songs My heart beats with a ceaseless weep through the peaceless burning to belong
Singing cucurucu, cucurucu Singing cucurucu Singing cucurucu, cucurucu CucurucuTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
