Foolish Samba - Tôco

Blue summer time

I seek a chance to be found

I cross the beat, I touch the ground

the classic samba is asking me, How?

I learn a hit, It's London Town

My foolish song is dreaming around

I feel the heat, I heard and know

is it myself lost in your soul?

So far away… Is this a happy end?

I call your name

and understand

Blue summer time

light my cold distant way

I put my notes, don't mind the proud

the classic samba is asking to stay

I learn a hit, It's London Town

My foolish song is dreaming around