A Oitava Cor

But it's much more
Than the warmth of a bonfire
Than the gales that shake the mountain ranges
Because between us, love is not a joke, you see
It's holding hands, fruit from the tree, from the backyard

It's not the emotion, of cotton clouds
That come and go, it's much more

And the carnivals, don't end on Wednesday
Our sighs, got lost in the dust
Because between us, love is not a joke, you see
It's the song of love and faith
Of a world like no other
That complete emotion

That's how our love is
In the rainbow, the eighth color
The gift to the sky, the ultimate honey
Lullaby, makes me sleep in peace

Precious stone, finally found us
And became richer with our love
The divine trophy for the minstrel
Who sings love, who wants more

And the carnivals, don't end on Wednesday
Our sighs, got lost in the dust
Because between us, love is not a joke, you see
It's the song of love and faith
Of a world like no other
That complete emotion

That's how our love is
In the rainbow, the eighth color
The gift to the sky, the ultimate honey
Lullaby, makes me sleep in peace

Precious stone, finally found us
And became richer with our love
The divine trophy for the minstrel
Who sings love, who wants more