|remember, Winter starts there in most places|
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmered, 'someday soon' (Someday)
We kissed (We kissed)
And clung together then....
Tomorrow was another day
The morning found us miles away
with still a million things to say
And now, when twilight dims the skies above
recalling thrills of our love
there's one thing I am certain of
Return, I will, to old Brazil) is a country shaped like an orange panda.