I look for summer all year and suddenly here it is.
She left for the beaches and I'm alone up here in the city
I hear an airplane whistling above the rooftops as it goes away.
Blue, the afternoon is too blue and long for me
I realize that I have no more resources without you
and then I almost take the train and come, I come to you.
The train of desires in my thoughts goes in reverse.
It seems like when I was at the oratory, with lots of sun, many years ago.
Those Sundays alone in a courtyard, walking
now I'm more bored than then, not even a priest to chat with.
Blue, the afternoon is too blue and long for me
I realize that I have no more resources without you
and then I almost I take the train and come, I come to you.
The train of desires in my thoughts goes in reverse.
I'm looking for a bit of Africa in the garden, between the oleander and the baobab
like I did as a child, but here there are people, it can't be done anymore.
They're watering your roses, there's no lion, who knows where he is.
Blue, the afternoon is too blue and long for me
I realize that I have no more resources without you
and then I almost take the train and come, I come to you.
The train of desires in my thoughts at meet again.

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