Caça À Raposa
Elis Regina
Fox Hunting
The dogs' gaze, the hand on the reins
And the green of the forest
White teeth, dogs
The horn in the distance, the laughter
The dogs, the hand on the forehead
The gaze searches, anticipates
The pain in the red heart
Ladies, their rings, steeds
And the pain in the red heart
The whip cracks, a fan points
It was over there!
A dog's gaze, hands are legs
And the green of the forest
Oh, morning among mornings!
The horn above, the dogs
No crack
The gaze closes, a memory
Caresses the red heart
A mane over the hay
Drowns the red heart
Mounts halt, white teeth
It's over
Red tongues of lovers
Dreams always incandescent
Begin again from moments
That we judge more absent
Ah, to begin again, to begin again
Like songs and epidemics
Ah, to begin again like harvests
Like the Moon and cowardice
Ah, to begin again like passion and fire, and fire
Ah, to begin again like passion and fire, and fire
