Corsário (part. João Bosco)

My tropical heart is covered in snow, but
It boils in its icy safe
And the voice vibrates and the hand writes sea

Blessed grave blade that pierces the wall and brings
The crazy and brief fevers
That stain the silence and the dock

Rose gardens, New Granada of Spain
For you, I, your imprisoned corsair
I will break the blue glacier of loneliness
And seek the hand of the sea

Drag me to the sea, search for the sea
Even if I send messages in bottles
All over the sea

My tropical heart will break this ice and will
With the bottles of shipwrecks
And the roses breaking the air

New Granada of Spain
And the roses breaking the air
Iela, iela, iela, iela la la la