Sala de Estar (part. Késia Soares)

I opened the door
Welcome, come in
It's your house
Take off your sandals and lie down on the couch

It doesn't matter outside
I already closed the window to the street so we can feel comfortable
I've already prepared the table
I made your favorite food for us to have dinner

But it's not just a visit
Make your address, Father
Everything I am
It's yours, come live
Enter and never leave
Make my heart
Your living room