Escuta, Cavaquinho!

Hear Cavaquinho my preces,
The time is passing and we are forgetting
Forget the enjoyment and the fantasy
To celebrate, the pain and the alegria
Touch my dreams
Or at least take care of a press release
We can read the future
I guitar and you cavaquinho
I touch you in the tears
Without waking up all the night and all the day
Happiness is utopia