As Andorinhas (feat. Eduardo Costa)

The swallows have returned
And I have also returned
To land, in the old nest
That I once left here

We are swallows
That come and go
In search of love

Sometimes, it returns tired
Wounded, hurt
But it returns home
Flapping its wings
With great pain

Like the swallow
I left dreaming
But it was all in vain

I returned without happiness
Because, in truth
A swallow
Flying alone
Does not make summer

The swallows have returned
And I have also returned
To land, in the old nest
That I once left here

We are swallows
That come and go
In search of love

Sometimes, it returns tired
Wounded, hurt
But it returns home
Flapping its wings
With great pain

Like the swallow
I left dreaming
But it was all in vain

I returned without happiness
Because, in truth
A swallow
Flying alone
Does not make summer

We are swallows
That come and go
In search of love

Sometimes, it returns tired
Wounded, hurt
But it returns home
Flapping its wings
With great pain

Like the swallow
I left dreaming
But it was all in vain

I returned without happiness
Because, in truth
A swallow
Flying alone
Does not make summer, does not make summer