Vumbora Amar

The wind has a rendezvous
In your aligned hair
Accustomed to my tangled mess
I think the step belongs to your shoe

Dona Naná is furious
Her saint has come down
The raft is washed
Get in it with me

Let's love
Even more me
Let's love
Even more me

I would leave the sand
Covered with you
In your twisted hair
Carry a bunch of palm oil

Jump because the jump
Is from your shoe
Pass because the space
Is from your horse

My dear
My dear
My dear
My dear