Cantares

My beloved
Your hair is like a flock of goats
There's a scent of apple in your speech
Your neck is majestic and to me it's the best
You're like the horses of Pharaoh's chariots

My beloved
You are awesome like an army with banners
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
Your navel is like a goblet and I find it beautiful
Your head is like Mount Carmel

It may sound strange
But I'm saying this because I love you
And it was in the Song of Songs, the cultural context
But I'll speak in a modern language

You are to me like couscous to a Northeasterner
Marcela to Samuca, Cassiane and Jairinho
And without you I'm like Pará without açaí
Chicken pizza without catupiry
I'm like a believer without a snack after the service
Or a family group on WhatsApp without commotion
And I do everything to get your attention
So be wise and let me be your Solomon

It may sound strange
But I'm saying this because I love you
And it was in the Song of Songs, the cultural context
But I'll speak in a modern language

You are to me like a horse to a cowboy
A barbecue to a gaucho, cheese bread to a miner
Your love is much better than an old wine
Sweet like a condensed milk pudding
We fit together like a movie and popcorn
Pastel and sugarcane juice, rice pudding with paçoca
And I do everything to have you in my life
I'm your Solomon, you're my Shulamite

You are to me like couscous to a Northeasterner
Reginaldo and Arethuza, Cassiane and Jairinho
And without you I'm like Pará without açaí
Or like Goiás without pequi
I'm like a believer without a snack after the service
Or a family group on WhatsApp without commotion
And I do everything to get your attention
So be wise and let me be your Solomon