Miragem
Djavan
Mirage
With the hand of a desire
Wild
I will steal the silk
That the kiss kept
Just to give a richness
To my love
I live because I see you
Mirage
In a flash of a bee
Making honey
I will make in the sky
Of your affection
A wool for heat
In the certainty
Of who makes the wine
Your warmth
Drives me crazy
And in full rigor
Dominates
Like something
That kills with pleasure
Let me see
If I don't die
I want you again
I walk where I see
Mirage
A kiss passed by me
