And it's called..

No other language describes the feeling of looking at this morning's sun other than Brazilian.

And it's called sausade.

A sense of longing for something, such as a place, a person, a dream, happy memories... a sadness that is felt when you think of these things cos they are gone and can no longer come back.

Alas... ignorance was bliss...

I don't want wanna be nobody's fool
I've played that part so many times before
How long do I have to be.. a shadow on the wall
I will make no sound at all
And when the sun goes down
The shadow on the wall - it cannot be seen at all
At all.