como já aqui referi, em torno do gigante gentil reuniu-se um conjunto de músicos improvável, que soube criar uma música ainda hoje inclassificável, feita de colagem e reinvenção da música que havia para fazer uma que ainda não havia. esta é uma grande canção, rara e fora do vulgar, misturando música antiga e uma espécie de jazz moderno. e repito que uma das poucas vantagens de ser um rapaz antigo é mesmo a de poder dizer que há trinta e tal anos continuo a ouvir e a gostar (muito) disto.

Rose in early morning, as the light came through,


Searching in the ocean, did what he should do,


Seeking not adventure, just a way of life,


Sky above turned grey, wind cut like a knife.



This was his last voyage, this was his last time.



Pulling up the anchor, letting go the rope,


Age rules over all things, fate rules over hope.





Then as bow was broken, water soon to rise,


For they would have nothing, Nature's trust unwise,


Through his boat and fortune, not for him that day,


If he went to God, for him they would pray,



As the tempest thundered, as the storm broke free,


Suddenly in darkness, fear there none to see,


Visions in his memory, what was meant to be,


When the storm was over, nothing could be seen,


Life and boat were taken, God knows what it means.



Rose in early morning, as the light came through,


Searching in the ocean, did what he should do,



This was his last voyage, this was his last time.



Pulling up the anchor, letting go the rope,


Age rules over all things, fate rules over hope.

recordar o gigante gentil é sempre reviver tempos que marcaram a breve adolescência.
lembro-me bem desta canção e daqueles tempos de amores e desamores.
recordar o gigante gentil é voltar àqueles dias do liceu.
e que pensem em mim com bondade.



Why am I using words, no more to say without you
Close the door, put out the lights and go.
Late in the night, in the night your shadow falls between us.
Nevermore, never know.

There, memories are sorrow,
When there's no tomorrow.

Sleep while the sweet sorrow wakes my daydream;
Sleep while you think of me with kindness,
please remember former days.
Sweet the song that once we sang,
the silent parting ways.
And you know, and you know,
And you know, long ago when first we made our promise -
Empty words, I wonder did you know -

The laugh that love could not forgive,
Is gone and tells no call to live,
And we who look in beauty's love;
Must now, through all, look back on before -
The tears that I first cried, no more;
Your love has come and gone, no more.
And we who look in beauty's love
Must now through all think back on before.

Sleep while the sweet sorrow wakes my daydream
Sleep while you think of me with kindness,
please remember former days.
And you know, and you know.
And you know, when we two parted in tears and silence
past the days, the parting ways.
Fare thee well,
fare thee well,
you that was once dear to me.
Think of me with kindness
Think of me.

grupo ainda hoje inclassificável, os gigante gentil souberam misturar toda a música que havia para fazer uma que ainda não havia. 
esta canção é uma obra-prima, escrita à maneira de uma fuga vocal (com contraponto & tudo), como o joão sebastião teria escrito...
e essa é mesmo a única vantagem de ser um rapaz antigo: a de poder dizer que há trinta e tal anos continuo a ouvir e a gostar disto.




In my way did I use you, do you think I really abused you
On reflection now it doesn't matter:
How can you say I made you need me more than anyone else
Who can say it right now it's finished over:
It's my act, it's my calling, I explained exactly the falling
Different ways of life can never even:
Be the same when you saw me, could you always take me the
same way as I came and went I tried to remember you:
Still you stay
Tied in your way
Changing times
Watching the signs

How:
Could you see in me what you thought about all you want me to be
Now:
On reflection why should have I changed my ways for you
All around all around

Cry my sympathy's with you but I never lied to you all in all
it seems it's just an experience:
Placed my cards on the table told of everything I was able,

Understanding still not anything different:
Find another to lean on, start again for I should have long
gone, on reflection now it's just an experience.
Soon the pain will have ended, together never intended, as I
come and go I'll try to remember you.

Look back it's not your game, together just in name.

I'll remember the good things how can you forget all the years
that we shared in our way:
Things were changing my life, taking your place in my life and
our time drifting away:
All around all around

esta é uma das canções de um dos meus grupos preferidos, quando na adolescência comecei literalmente a alimentar-me de música: passava horas e dias seguidos a ouvir discos.
esta canção ainda hoje é mais-que-perfeita e apetece perguntar ao gigante gentil: não está calmo e frio?




Isn't it quiet and cold walking all alone, alone?
Happened I missed the bus and found I had to walk, alone.

What was that? Only me
Hear the echo of my feet
Footsteps, are they mine?
Hear the echo of the street.

Wished I lived near at hand although I live alone, alone
At least I'll find company, so why should I moan, alone.

Movement by my feet
Paper wind across the street
Curtains closed, sleepy heads
Wrapped together in their beds

I used to walk with someone else
I didn't seem to notice sights and sounds of the lonely street
I used to talk with someone else
Now the only answers are the calls of the night

Look at that alley cat, it's winding home to rest, alone
Half-past four and daylight shows itself once more
Walking all alone
Walking all alone