Softly, in the evening dusk a woman is singing to me; She takes me back down the vista of my years until I see I see a child underneath the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings. Cucurucu, cucurucu Softly now in the evening dusk, a woman is singing to me She takes me back down the vista of my years, until I see A boy, a child underneath the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings Yearning to belong, yearning to belong My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong In spite of myself, and all of these nursery songs My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong Till the melodies of childish days are upon, upon me And they take me back back down the river They keep leading me on they lead me to the sea And all of my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, and I weep like a child for the past. Singing cucurucu, cucurucu Singing cucurucu, cucurucu I see a child underneath the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings. Listen to me son, I'll tell you why your feather's strong Cause he can still say every single day, he's yearning to belong Yearning to belong, yearning to belong My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong In spite 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 cucurucu cucurucu cucurucu