Pelo Mestre com Amor
Meu Cantar
By the Master with Love
There is a gardener
Who plants gardens
In another land
With another seed
Who cultivates his flowers
In you and in me
Who takes care of us patiently
Waiting for our sprouts
Awaiting the spring
There is a gardener
Who plants gardens
In another land
With another seed
Who cultivates his flowers
In you and in me
Who takes care of us patiently
Waiting for our sprouts
Awaiting the spring
For he is sure that
Our flowers
One day will bloom
In peace they will flourish
And their perfume will spread
And it will be a celebration in every heart
Where the flower is born
Planted by the master with love
There is a gardener
Who plants gardens
In another land
With another seed
Who cultivates his flowers
In you and in me
Who takes care of us patiently
Waiting for our sprouts
Awaiting the spring
For he is sure that
Our flowers
One day will bloom
In peace they will flourish
And their perfume will spread
And it will be a celebration in every heart
Where the flower is born
Planted by the master with love
Our flowers
One day will bloom
In peace they will flourish
And their perfume will spread
And it will be a celebration in every heart
Where the flower is born
Planted by the master with love
