Ela, Ele e Eu

Nothing of what we are
Of what we dream
Of what we want
Is in vain

Nothing today that we don't remember
It's no wonder
Everything touches our hearts

And on the avenue, life goes on
And the fight is for peace
Our story is made this way
Her, him, and me
Her, him, and me

Nothing of what we love
Nothing we keep silent
Our plans will continue

Every year
We discover ourselves
We are insane
In the lucidity of solitude

And on the avenue, life goes on
And the fight is for peace
Our story is made this way
Her, him, and me
Her, him, and me