Cantiga de Vem-Vem

I always live listening
To the come-come song
When I hear him singing
I think it's you who's coming
I keep an eye on the path
But in the end no one arrives
Oh, oh, oh
But in the end no one arrives

When I lose hope
It seems like a temptation
I sit there in the yard
Resting my face on my hand
Without a plan, poor thing
Drawing lines on the ground
Oh, oh, oh
Drawing lines on the ground
You see, my dear, you see
How sweet it is to love
It even makes you consider
The come-come song
Oh, oh, oh
The come-come song