Dueto (part. Clara Buarque)

It is written in the stars, in the signs, in the cowrie shells
I read it in an ad, I saw it in the mirror
It's there in the gospel, guaranteed by the orixás
You will be my love, you will be my peace

It is written in the records, in the prescriptions, in the dogmas
I wrote a thesis, I read it in a treaty
It is recorded in the official data
You will be my love, you will be my peace

But if science proves otherwise
And if the calendar goes against us
But if destiny insists on separating us

Damn the stars, the records, the signs, the dogmas
The cowrie shells, the prescriptions, ads, treaties, gypsies, projects
Prophets, synopses, mirrors, advice
Damn the gospel and all the orixás
You will be my love, you will be, love, my peace

It is on the agenda, in Karma, in the flesh
It passed in the soap opera, it's in the insurance, it was graffiti on the wall
I had a poster made
You will be my love, you will be my peace

But if science proves otherwise
And if the calendar goes against us
But if destiny insists on separating us

Damn the stars, the records, the signs, the dogmas
The cowrie shells, the prescriptions, ads, treaties, gypsies, projects
Prophets, synopses, mirrors, advice
Damn the gospel and all the orixás
You will be my love, you will be, love, my peace

It is written in the maps, in the lips, in the pencils
It is on Google, on Twitter, on Facebook
On Tinder, on WhatsApp, on Instagram
On email, on Snapchat, on Orkut
On Telegram, on Skype