He left crying, the one who one day only made me cry.
He left crying, the one who one day only made me cry.
He will be crying, to remember a love
that one day he didn’t know how to care for.
He will be crying, to remember a love
that one day he didn’t know how to care for.
The memory will be with him wherever he goes.
The memory will always be there, wherever I go.
Dance, sun and sea, and I will keep in mind
that love makes one lose and find.
I will be dancing the Lambada, to remember a love
which for a day, an instant, was king.
The memory will be with him wherever he goes.
The memory will always be there, wherever I go.
He will be crying, to remember a love
that one day he didn’t know how to care for.
Song, laughter and pain, melody of love —
a moment that hangs in the air.
