Cucurucu - Single Version

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 until I see

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