Sexta
k a m a i t a c h i
Friday
Let's schedule a ride
Friday I'm free, I know you are too
There are so many things I want to tell you
But you have to come see me too
Flowers bloom when I say your name in vain
Pink field rose, wide solitude
We live a song about to be or not to be
Just look at the cloudy sky, the rain comes to see us
I introduce you to Lapá
Samba root on the foot
All I have is nothing
I follow wherever you are
Let's schedule a ride
Friday I'm free, I know you are too
There are so many things I want to tell you
But you have to come see me too
Flowers bloom when I say your name in vain
Pink field rose, wide solitude
We live a song about to be or not to be
Just look at the cloudy sky, the rain comes to see us
I introduce you to Lapá
Samba root on the foot
All I have is nothing
I follow wherever you are
I introduce you to Lapá
Samba root on the foot
All I have is nothing
I follow wherever you are
