Mi mundo es

What a candle lights up... my world is the Dew
and the time I'm without Her I count as lost.
I need to lose myself in this world, my God,
they have to convince me to take me from the Dew.
When I see your face I feel like I'm newly born...
in the place I dreamed of. You are my world, Dew.
The lubricant of the evening.
footprints of pilgrims and steps.
I am that burning log.
The Dew is my obsession
because there I have my mother...
that's why I'm a Dew worshiper.
Next to my cart I have lit a candle,
the blanket is laid out. Sleep, children, Dew.
And as long as there's a candle, no one can let them sleep
the embers of your bonfire... you are their world, Dew.
I go from candle to candle
savoring the atmosphere.
I spend the night awake.
Give me a sip of moonshine
because the Dew is close now
and the dew is falling.
And the steps I take are drawing the path
and without knowing where I am, I know I'm very close.
One head clear, another with the sun risen
and dreaming of you asleep... you are my world, Dew.
The hermitage is already in sight
and the bell tower of the Dew.
The hermitage is already in sight.
You must be my world, Dew
that between tears and smiles
it has hurt me to the shoulder.
Taking you from house to house I have entered four times
I cry when you leave and when you return
And they have to convince me and when they have convinced me
I never want to go back... you are my world, Dew.
The countdown begins
the 'simpecao' is returning
the countdown begins.
How beautiful it is to retrace
the path that has led
to the Dew, my brotherhood!
What a candle lights up... my world is the Dew
and the time I'm without Her I count as lost.
(I need to lose myself in this world, my God,
they have to convince me to take me from the Dew...)