Summer
verything is summer
Love is made
On a little boat out at sea
Gliding endlessly
Without intention
Our song
Gently rises from the ocean
And the sun
Kisses the boat with light
Days so blue
Back from the sea
The sun fades away
And the little boat keeps gliding
With the longing to sing...
(Roberto Menescal e Boscoli - o Barquinho)
