A Carta
Mastruz Com Leite
The Letter
Yesterday I dreamt of you
I woke up in loneliness
Lost in thought
When the mailman arrived
I was moved
I felt a wave of warmth
Upon receiving your letter
My heart raced.
You didn't forget me
Nor I, nor I, nor I
You already know that you are the owner
Of this poor heart
And how much I love you
You are my passion
(passion, passion, passion, passion)
