É Isso
Estevão Queiroga
That's It
When the father sits to play with the son
When the king get down to kiss the servant
When the autor put himself in his own book
Just to die there and for someone change the end
When the heritage stays with the slave
When the debt of the poor is forgotten
When the trophy sparkles and shines
In the hands from who lost, but received from who won
That's what I say when I sing
And when I wrote about love
That's what I think when I see
And when I feel this love
That's what explains to me
Intrigues me
To surrender this love
When the twigs give their shadow to the axe
When the life comes from a despised fruit
When the the sprout comes, the seed dies
Just to bear fruit and feed a lumberjack
That's what I say when I sing
And when I wrote abou love
That's what I think when I see
And when I feel this love
That's what explains to me
Intrigues me
To surrender this love
That's what I say when I sing
And when I wrote abou love
That's what I think when I see
And when I feel this love
That's what explains to me
Intrigues me
To surrender this love
That's what explains to me
Inspires me
To surrender this love
