Orélia

Wanderer without destination
The destination is given by God
Always at peace with myself
Heart only for singing
A cuddle here today
Tomorrow, a caress over there
And the dust of the road erasing
The loves I had there
It was then that she appeared
It was written that Orélia would arrive

Orélia, oh, Orélia
Just by looking at your magnetic gaze
I immediately saw my end
What a passion, it was a shock
My body trembled like a child

Orélia, oh, Orélia
Oh, little thing, if you leave me
It will be very bad
I make art in the east and in the west
In the south, in the northeast
I'll end myself