My lovely murga

*Echos of a new carnival far-off sound in my ears
How do you do to sing to the murga without let nostalgia notice
Melancholy and merriment are entwined* (x2)

Painted faces go out above platform to offer a laughter
Children that get near to take a piece of painting away
Their presence filled with love and dedication get you tremble

*I wanted to sing a song for the murga
But tears has impede me to do it*

I recall when it was me who watch them with open mouth
When in retreats I wait for them to gather painted kisses
Platform light itself when you go up
It keep being in me the souvenirs of their voices full of colours
Distance grow the love and longing of seeing you again

*Chorus

People lift up when the retreat arrive
Full of merriment applauding to the painted faces
That dancing disappear between people

*Chorus

Echos are distant, but I know that heart recall well
After see them I feel have force to rock the moon
Minutes pass flying by when you make us laugh
And I only beg that minute stretch out itself
To enjoy you a little longer

*Chorus