In the calm summer nights

I drink  wine, the finest wine

ever made by dreams or lies


Dreams that were, are and will

oaths and vows, no one to fulfill

Lands and seas of far Brazil


Sip after sip, glass of finest wine

I’d prefer to stay blind

Blind but pretending it is mine


Lies or dreams, I am actor

drunk on wine and love

looking for one harbor…


Sigh, close your eyes

fill the glass, pretend, forget

be the man – blind, happy wise


Wine is like dreams – sweet!

It could be deceitful as them

And turn the water into steam


Drink, sip, dream while you can

tomorrow is the day it will end…

Sleep and make it happen again


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