Terral

I come from the white dunes
Where I wanted to stay
Resting my tired eyes
Where life reaches

My sky is full of peace
Without chimneys or smoke
A thousand deceptions in my chest
On Earth it's full April
A thousand deceptions in my chest
On Earth it's full April

I have the hand that bothers
I have the sun and sand
I'm from America, South America
South America
I am the cream of the trash, I am from the luxury of the village
I am from Ceará

Village, Aldeota
I'm knocking on the door to bother you
To bother you, to bother you
I am the cream of the trash, I am from the luxury of the village
I am from Ceará

Praia do Futuro, the old and new lighthouse
The eyes of the sea
Are the eyes of the sea, are the eyes of the sea
The old one extinguished, the new one amazed
The wind spread life
Shining in the dawn, sweaty arms, bodies
On the beach making love