Writer(s): antonio carlos jobim
Sky, so vast is the sky, with far away clouds just wandering by,
Where do they go? oh I don抰 know, don抰 know;
Wind that speaks to the leaves, telling stories that no one believes,
Stories of love belong to you and to me.
Oh, dindi, if I only had words I would say all the beautiful
Things that I see when you抮e with me, oh my dindi.
Oh dindi, like the song of the wind in the trees, that抯 how my heart is
Singing dindi, happy dindi, when you抮e with me.
I love you more each day, yes I do, yes I do;
I抎 let you go away, if you take me with you.
Don抰 you know, dindi, I抎 be running and searching for you like a river that
Can抰 find the sea, that would be me without you, my dindi.
Can抰 find the sea that would be me without you dindi.
Like a river that can抰 find the sea, that would be me without you, my dindi.
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