Canção da América [English translation]

A friend is something to be kept

Underneath seven keys

Inside the heart

Thus spoke the song

I heard in America

But who sang crying

Seeing his friend leaving

And the one who stayed

Flew in his mind

With his song, that the other one remembered

And the one who flew,

In his thoughts he stayed

Remembering what the other one had sung

A friend is something to be kept

In the left side of the chest

Even if time and distance might say "no"

Even forgetting the song

What matters is to hear

The voice, that comes from the heart

Be what may be

Comes what may come

Someday, friend, I see

You again.

Someday, friend, we'll meet