Vai Con Dio

Roll down the window
Turn down the radio
Lower the seat
Lower the silence too
Down with those who don't know what to say
When you told me you were thinking of me
With glasses on
I asked if you were thinking of me
With your hands

Your hands
Oh, go with God
Oh, I'm coming too

Tonight, yes, tonight
I'm out, stay away from me
Tonight, I don't know who it's up to
It's up to you
And I thought you looked so good
With glasses on
And I can't stop thinking about you
With my hands

My hands
Oh, go with God
Oh, I'm coming too

If they saw you drinking from a fountain
It was me
Would you have guessed that in the end among everyone
It was me?
And I don't need to think about you anymore
With glasses on
And you don't need to think about me
With your hands

Your hands
Oh, go with God
Oh, I'm coming too