Sambinha da Saudade
Mariana Froes
Samba of Longing
You left, but took away the grace of things
And still forgot, you in my room
And now what will I tell?
For our books
The walls will also miss you
My bed, it's cold and empty
And the alarm clock has no one to wake up
And now what will I tell?
For our books
The walls will also miss you
And now what will I tell?
For our books
The walls will also miss you
You left, but took away the grace of things
And still forget, you in my room
And now what will I tell?
For our books
The walls will also miss you
My bed, it's cold and empty
And the alarm clock has no one to wake up
And now what will I tell?
For our books
The walls will also miss you
And now what will I tell?
For our books
The walls will also miss you
