Telefone
Gang 90
Phone Call
It's three in the morning, you call me
To talk about things only we understand
It's three in the morning, you call me
And with your poetic talk, you transcend me
Oh, my love
That's love
Oh, my love
That's love
It's love
It's love
Your voice sounds so far on the phone
Speak loudly, even shout, don't mind
For those who love, distance is not a barrier
No one can cut our wave of love
Oh, my love
That's love
Oh, my love
That's love
It's love
It's love
It could be from São Paulo to New York
Or so beautiful floating in our Rio
Or so far swaying in the Caribbean Sea
No one can cut our wave of love
Oh, my love
That's love
Oh, my love
That's love
