Avião

Then, I told her: You're an airplane!
She laughed, said it was
One of the worst pick-up lines she ever heard in her life
Asked if I learned
That from my grandpa
And shook her head in denial
I laughed and asked: Come on! Why from my grandpa?
Then she said: Airplane? Airplane? Ugh! Even worse!
Why would I be an airplane?

I, Stopped, Thought, then I said: Yeah, airplane!
You live high because you dream too much
And every time you touch the ground
It's just to refuel
To keep flying

Your feet were made
To dance with the wind, and, your head
Let's face it, lives in the clouds!
Your heart is almost a logbook
Records and keeps all
Your flight hours, the mishaps
The relationship miles

But, your mind, that's your black box!
In it, the most important things of your life are recorded
Your smile, your tears
Your passions, your vanity, and your secrets
After all, every woman is made of mysteries

And thinking about it, I think my sky smells
Like your wet hair
Anyway, in a relationship between events
Good and bad, your personality was born
You're charming, you know?!
Even with that serious face!

The design of your eyes
Remind me of the sunrise of a new day
Show me opportunities
In a light blue dawn
Lost in the sky of your mouth
I like to see how the day breaks

Sometimes I imagine that God is a painter
By the way the colors
Are taking over the sky
As the morning unfolds
Speaking of opening, the sunrise seems
Like a smile opening from the horizon
I love the way you smile

Certainties? I have none
But I think our romance
Would have the colors of a late afternoon
And, because you're an airplane, I believe I would
See the day rise on your lips
And set on your heel

Yeah, you're an airplane! I think every boy
Has wanted to have one or at least be in one
And anyone by your side
Would feel like floating
Feel free next to someone
It's almost like feeling freedom
Inside an object, made of metal, that flies

Despite all physics, airplanes are made of iron
Tin, wires and who knows what, like spoons
That are made of metal
They don't fly, but airplanes do!

By your side, I feel butterflies in my stomach
Let me know if you're going to take off
I prefer to close my eyes when I see
The horizon disappear in front of me
And with no guarantee
That I'll set foot on the ground again
But, thinking about it
Isn't this feeling amazing?!

In my case, whenever I see an airplane
I wonder: Where is it coming from?
Where is it going?
How many people
Have passed through its history?
What has it experienced?

Where does it like to go?
How many kisses has it exchanged with the clouds?
How many turbulences has it faced
To reach its destination?
How many stories make up its story?
Anyway, I imagined all this
When my eyes met yours
Yeah, in my definition
You're an airplane
Hey, beautiful!
Can I fly with you?