A Brisa do Coração
Dulce Pontes
The Breeze of the Heart
Moon shining white in the morning
Above the Golden melon market
Curiously peeking at the pink houses
Searching for our treasure
The secret to discover is locked within us
The treasure shines here, rocking the heart but
It's hidden in words and burning hands
In the sweetness of crying in warm caresses
In the blue glow of the air, a seagull
In the white sea of sonorous foam
Curiously peeking at the pink sails
Searching for our treasure
The secret to discover is locked within us
The treasure shines here, rocking the heart but
It's hidden in words and burning hands
In the sweetness of crying in warm caresses
