Cabelos Negros

I want your black hair
In my hands
I want your gypsy eyes
In my dreams

I want you my whole life
Like a sweet obsession
In any way
I wanted you just as you are
Without lying, without saying
What you don't want

I want you as a child
Falling on the ground
I want you shining
Playing with me

Because I wanted you
Like the Sun and the stars
Moonlit nights
Nostalgia

And I will have you
Even just to think
About these things of love
In joy

I start to discover
That in my heart
A garden is blooming
Thinking of planting
You inside me

Because I need to see you
Blossoming several times
In the crescent moons
To feel your perfume
To find you