Softly in the evening dusk
Down the vista of my years, until I see
Underneath the piano and the boom of the tingling strings
Pressing the poised feet of his mother
Who smiles at him as she sings
Softly now in the evening dusk a woman is singin' to me
She takes me back down the vista of my years until I see
underneath the piano and the boom of the tingling strings
Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings
My heart beats with the ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong
Inspite of myself and all of these nursery songs
My heart beats with the ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong
To the melodies, of childish things
Back down the river, they keep leading me on
All of my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of rememberance
And I weep like a child for the past
Singing Cucurucu, Cucurucu
Singing Cucurucu, Cucurucu
Underneath the piano and the boom of the tingling strings
Pressing the poised feet of his mother
Who smiles at him as she sings
I′ll tell you why your fathers strong
Cuz he can still say every single day that he's yearning to belong
My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong
Inspite 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, Cucurucu
Singing Cucurucu, Cucurucu