Diga Lá, Coração
Gonzaguinha
Tell Me, Heart
They are things of this gypsy life
Paths like the lines of this hand
Desire to arrive
And look, here I am arriving
And this cicada comes in my chest
Already wanting to sing somewhere else
Tell me, my heart
About the joy of seeing that girl again
And hugging her
And kissing her
Tell me, my heart
Tell the stories of people
On the roads of this life
Cry this strangled longing
Speak, without you there is nothing left
Look deep into the eyes of the brunette and see there in the depths
The light of that spring
Sleep like a child in her lap
Feel the strong smell of your soil
Run your hand through her black hair
Say a very beautiful verse and then leave again
Tell me, my heart
That she is inside my chest and well guarded
And that it is necessary
More than ever
To continue
To continue
Wait for me, brunette
Wait, I'm coming soon
The love for you
Tell me, my heart
That she is inside my chest and well guarded
And that it is necessary
More than ever
To continue
To continue
Wait for me, brunette
Wait, I'm coming soon
The love for you, brunette
Wait for me, brunette
Wait, I'm coming soon
The love for you, brunette
