In The Square
In the square, she came running,
I was lucky to be there.
In her hair, she wore flowers,
The scent it filled the air.
She must leave, not returning,
I was sadness standing there,
A silent square, bus of silver,
With my vision disappears.
Na Praça
Na praça, ela veio correndo,
Eu tive sorte de estar lá.
Nos cabelos, flores ela usava,
O perfume enchia o ar.
Ela precisa ir, não volta mais,
Eu era a tristeza a esperar,
Uma praça silenciosa, ônibus prateado,
Com minha visão a se apagar.
Composição: Phil May / Wally Allen Waller