Terra Prometida

It was on a cloudy
Sunday that I left
On a journey
To my promised land
To seek my luck
And find a way out
For my life to decide to improve
With a woman
That God gave me, without prejudice
What have I done
So much love and I want more
I want to sing life, praising everything
That is beautiful, everything that brings peace
I am also
A Latin American guy
I don't fool myself
I have a bat of this world
Of poet citizen and vagabonds
Or fireflies
That wander from bar to bar
Oh! my dear heavenly father
My search is life
Much more than death
In search of the right path
That north
That since I was a boy
My mother says is cool

Unda rundê tidê lalaiá
Tidê lalaiá, tidê lalaiá. (repeat)