Pra Desbotar a Saudade (part. Zezé Di Camargo & Luciano)

I make the night, a child
The star, hope
And the moonlight lamp

I cover my chest with feathers
Which is like a bed
For you to rest

I search for flowers in the infinite
Which is much prettier
There inside me

Your heart accompanies me
In the form of morning
So I can sing to you

When I touch you, I shiver
In a kiss, I go crazy
It seems like I'm going to float

When your arms squeeze me
Your voice awakens me
So I can love you

Spring water from the mountains
That wash the stones
Immobile on the ground

It runs between bushes and fields
Streams and rivers
Watered by the brook

Wash this chest of mine
To fade the longing
Erase your name in the sand
Without leaving a trace

Erase your name in the sand
Without leaving a trace

I make the night, a child
The star, hope
And the moonlight lamp

I cover my chest with feathers
Which is like a bed
For you to rest

I search for flowers in the infinite
Which is much prettier
There inside me

Your heart accompanies me
In the form of morning
So I can sing to you

When I touch you, I shiver
In a kiss, I go crazy
It seems like I'm going to float

When your arms squeeze me
Your voice awakens me
So I can love you

Spring water from the mountains
That wash the stones
Immobile on the ground

It runs between bushes and fields
Streams and rivers
Watered by the brook

Wash this chest of mine
To fade the longing
Erase your name in the sand
Without leaving a trace

Erase your name in the sand
Without leaving a trace

Spring water from the mountains
That wash the stones
Immobile on the ground

It runs between bushes and fields
Streams and rivers
Watered by the brook

Wash this chest of mine
To fade the longing
Erase your name in the sand
Without leaving a trace

Erase your name in the sand