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It's So Good to Be Little

João Braga

É Tão Bom Ser Pequenino

É tão bom ser pequenino
Ter Pai, ter Mãe, ter Avós
Ter esperança no Destino
E ter quem goste de nós

A velhice traz revés
Mas depois da meninice
Há quem adore a velhice
Para ser menino outra vez
Ser menino que altivez
De optimismo e desatino
Ver tudo bom e divino
Tudo esperança, tudo Fé
Enquanto a vida assim é
É tão bom ser pequenino

Ver tudo com alegria
Sem delongas sem demoras
Ver a vida numa hora
Eterninade num dia
Ter na mente a fantasia
Dum bem que ninguém supôs
Ter crença sonhar a sós
Co'a grandeza deste Mundo
E para bem mais profundo
Ter Pai, ter Mãe, ter Avós

Ter muito enlevo a sonhar
Acordar e ter carinho
Ter este Mundo inteirinho
No brilho do nosso olhar
Viver alheio ao penar
Deste Orbe torpe ferino
Julgar-se eterno menino
Supor-se eterna criança
E num destino sem esperança
Ter esperança no Destino

Ó desventura, ó Saudade
Causas de tanta inconstância
Dai-me pedaços de infância
Retalhos de mocidade
Dai-me a doce claridade
Roubando-ao tempo atroz
Quero ter a minha voz
P'ra cantar o meu passado
É tão bom cantar o Fado
E ter quem goste de nós

It's So Good to Be Little

It's so good to be little
To have Dad, to have Mom, to have Grandparents
To have hope in Destiny
And to have someone who likes us

Old age brings setbacks
But after childhood
There are those who adore old age
To be a child again
To be a child, how proud
Of optimism and recklessness
To see everything good and divine
All hope, all Faith
While life is like this
It's so good to be little

To see everything with joy
Without delays, without hesitations
To see life in an hour
Eternity in a day
To have in mind the fantasy
Of a good that no one imagined
To believe, to dream alone
With the greatness of this World
And to go even deeper
To have Dad, to have Mom, to have Grandparents

To have a lot of delight dreaming
To wake up and have affection
To have this whole World
In the sparkle of our eyes
To live oblivious to the suffering
Of this vile and cruel Orb
To think oneself an eternal child
To suppose oneself an eternal child
And in a hopeless destiny
To have hope in Destiny

Oh misfortune, oh Longing
Causes of so much inconsistency
Give me pieces of childhood
Scraps of youth
Give me the sweet clarity
Stealing from the cruel time
I want to have my voice
To sing my past
It's so good to sing Fado
And to have someone who likes us

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