The boy and the lake (O menino e o lago).

The boy and the lake

A small boat anchored,

Away, there was peace.

Sitting by the lake the boy

Dreaming of being able to fly.

Her tears formed the sea

Her dreams filled the sky.

Life was too short

And the road too long,

But dreaming was something precious

For those who took refuge in the colors

The sadness of gray reality.

O menino e o lago

Um pequeno barco ancorado,

Longe, havia a paz.

Sentado a beira do lago o menino

Sonhando em poder voar.

Seus prantos formavam o mar

Seus sonhos preenchiam o céu.

A vida era curta demais

E a estrada muito longa,

Mas sonhar era algo precioso

Para quem se refugiava nas cores

Da tristeza da cinza realidade.