Amor de Índio
Glaucia Nasser
Love of the Indian
Everything that moves is sacred
And it moves mountains with such care, my love
As long as the flame burns, seeing you pass every day
Living everything by your side
With the bow of promise in the blue painted to last
Bee making honey
Is worth the time that didn’t fly
A star fell from the sky
The wish that was thought
The destiny that was fulfilled
To feel your warmth and be whole
Every day is for living
To be whatever it is
And to be everything
Yes, all love is sacred
And the fruit of labor is more than sacred, my love
The dough that makes the bread
Is worth the light of your sweat
Remember that sleep is sacred
And it feeds the horizons of the awake time of living
In winter, to protect you
In summer, to go fishing
In autumn, to get to know you
Spring, to be able to like
In the dry season, to melt
To dance in the rain and walk together
The destiny that was fulfilled
To feel your warmth and be whole
Yes, all love is sacred
And the fruit of labor is more than sacred, my love
The dough that makes the bread
Is worth the light of your sweat
Remember that sleep is sacred
And it feeds the horizons of the awake time of living
In winter, to protect you
In summer, to go fishing
In autumn, to get to know you
Spring, to be able to like
In the dry season, to melt
To dance in the rain and walk together
The destiny that was fulfilled
To feel your warmth and be whole
Yes, all love is sacred
Everything that moves is sacred
Yes, all love is sacred
Everything that moves is sacred
