Cucurucu

Softly, in the evening dusk,

a woman is singing to me;

She takes me back down

the vista of my years, until I see

I see a child underneath the piano,

in the boom of the tingling strings

Pressing the poised feet of his mother

who smiles at him as she sings.

Cucurucu, cucurucu

Softly now in the evening dusk,

a woman is singing to me;

She takes me back down

the vista of my years, until I see

A boy, a child underneath the piano,

in the boom of the tingling strings

Pressing the poised feet of his mother

who smiles at him as she sings

Yearning to belong, yearning to belong

My heart beats with a ceaseless longing

of a yearning to belong

In spite of myself, and all of these nursery songs

My heart beats with a ceaseless longing

of a yearning to belong

Cucurucu, cucurucu

Singing cucurucu, cucurucu

Till the melodies of childish days,

are upon, upon me

And they take me back,

back down the river

They keep leading me on,

they lead me to the sea

And all of my manhood is cast

Down in the flood of remembrance,

and I weep like a child for the past.

Singing cucurucu, cucurucu

Singing cucurucu, cucurucu

I see a child underneath the piano,

in the boom of the tingling strings

Pressing the poised feet of his mother

who smiles at him as she sings.

Listen to me son, I'll tell you

why your feather's strong

Cause he can still say every single day,

he's yearning to belong

Yearning to belong, yearning to belong

My heart beats with a ceaseless longing

of a yearning to belong

In spite of myself, and all of these nursery songs

My heart beats with a ceaseless,

meets with a peaceless burning to belong

Singing cucurucu, cucurucu

Singing cucurucu

Singing cucurucu, cucurucu

Cucurucu