Chuva de Sábado

And if you want
I travel far
With you to see the sea
With you to see the capital
Your kiss reminds of flowers
Playing in the spring
Come outside, the rain is gone
Now the colors brush
Our home

Ah, your hug is a poem
Locks my thoughts
Wind, take me to you
Ah, your hug is a poem
Locks my thoughts
Wind, take me to you

Run Run
For the field of happiness, love
Because our winter is over
Danced according to the dance
You are ten
There's always an ace up your sleeve
Your chat is very cool
It doesn't make any sense
Meat, fish, wool and ear
I like to see you hum
Lalaialaia
It's our song that we wrote by word of mouth
On Saturday, at the last carnival block

Ah, your hug is a poem
Locks my thoughts
Wind, take me to you
Ah, your hug is a poem
Locks my thoughts
Wind, take me to you
Ah, your hug is a poem
Locks my thoughts
Wind, take me to you
Ah, your hug is a poem
Locks my thoughts
Wind, take me to you