Na Palma da Mão
Ju Moraes
In the Palm of the Hand
Laiá laiá laiá in the palm of the hand
Oh oh oh surrender yourself
The greatest good of the dreaming composer
Is to understand the note of a heart
Paper of bread doesn't matter, inspiration comes from you
That's it
The conspiracy, a God thing to understand and explain
What's the path of reason
So it's light, luck for us
Be well, I'm sunny
Marvelous twilight
You have a nice smell
Perfume of a happy day
The voice of my angel is the one that says
Mom, I'm feeling the sea breeze
I come from the sea of Bahia
With coconut water and song
Poems in my guitar
Spread your wings over us, my sincere love
Spread your wings, my love
In the palm of the hand, I want to see
