Antônio Carlos Jobim
Corcovado
Quiet nights of quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar
Floating in the silence that surrounds us
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams
Quiet walks by quiet streams
And a window looking on the mountains and the sea

How lovely! This is where I want to be
Here, with you so close to me
Until the final flicker of life's ember
I who was lost and lonely, believing life was only
A bitter tragic joke, have found with you
The meaning of existence oh, my love