O Astronauta
Baden Powell
The Astronaut
When I ask myself
If you really exist, my love
I quickly go into orbit
In the space of my own, my love
Does the flower even know
That it’s a flower?
And does the star Venus
At least know
Why it shines so beautifully, my love?
The astronaut at least
Saw that the Earth is all blue, my love
That’s good to know
Because it’s nice to live in the blue, my love
But you, I don’t know
You are a woman, yes
You’re beautiful just because you are.
