Roendo Unha
Luiz Gonzaga
Biting Nails
When the wind blew
I ran to see you
Behind the mountain, the Sun
Was about to hide
When you left
I can't forget
My heart, love
Left behind
I live with my eyes on the hill
When I see some dust
I immediately think it's you
I live with my ears perked up
Towards the side of the road
That crosses the thicket
Look, I'm already biting nails
The longing is a witness
Of what I'm about to say
When at the window
I lean out
My singing is a sob
Galopping in the maçapê
