Deixa-te Ficar Na Minha Casa

I got books and papers scattered on the floor.
The dust of a life must have some meaning:
A clue, a sign of any memory,
A sentence where I find you and it moves me.

I hold in the palm of my hand the warmth of objects
With dates and places, why do you play, why do you laugh
And then the shiver, the memory of affections

Mmmmmm That makes me happier.

Stay at my place.
There are windows you didn't open.
The moonlight waits for you
When the tide goes out.

And you still have to tell me
Why you never left...

That garden with a view over the city is still there
Where I pretended to escape from the present,
Something that remains from our eternity.

Mmmmmmm After all, eternally.

Stay at my place.
There are windows you didn't open.
Stay at my place.
There are windows you didn't open.
The moonlight waits for you
When the tide goes out.
And you still have to tell me
Why you never left...