Sete Pedaços de Vento
Cristina Branco
Seven Pieces of Wind
I hand over my sighs to the wind
Where desire dies
Seven carnal desires
That my desire unleashes
My lips stars of the afternoon
Seven crescents of the Moon
May desire not keep me
In the will to be yours
I want to be. I am like this
Seven pieces of wind
Seven roses in a garden
In a garden that I invent myself
Seven airs of nostalgia
Seven different perfumes
In the crystals of fantasy
Lover of scattered loves
Seven screams to shout
Seven silences to live
Seven moons to shine
And a sky to happen
I hand over my sighs to the wind
Where desire dies
Seven carnal desires
That my desire unleashes
My lips stars of the afternoon
Seven crescents of the Moon
May desire not keep me
In the will to be yours
May desire not keep me
In the will to be yours
May desire not keep me
In the will to be yours
