As Coisas Mais Bonitas
Flávia Wenceslau
The Most Beautiful Things
The most beautiful things have their time to happen
The most beautiful time of love is to prevail
The flower of a deeper poetry I gave to my hand
And my whole life for you I will give my heart
Life has paths of longing where I passed through
And the salt of some lost tear was left by me
Sometimes in an old coat still lives some peace
I am made of memories for which I no longer cry
My impressions are still that I don't even know how to live
I was a frightened child somewhere
And the wind in my hair was enough to convince me
That one day a sunny morning would embrace me
In the laughter of the child I carry, I will be a port and peace
The loneliness of the past I will never have again
The most beautiful things have their time to happen
The most beautiful time of love is to prevail
The flower of a deeper poetry I gave to my hand
And my whole life for you I will give my heart
Life has paths of longing where I passed through
And the salt of some lost tear was left by me
Sometimes in an old coat still lives some peace
I am made of memories for which I no longer cry
My impressions are still that I don't even know how to live
I was a frightened child somewhere
And the wind in my hair was enough to convince me
That one day a sunny morning would embrace me
In the laughter of the child I carry, I will be a port and peace
The loneliness of the past I will never have again
