Será Amor (César Mourão & Luana Martau)

The drum beats in the chest
What could it be that got into me?
Was I killed in combat
Or is it love?

A cold, a warmth descends in the chest
What could it be that got into me?
Is it a lack of chocolate
Or is it love?

I only know that even the honking
Of rush hour
Seems to sing
And even the smell of gasoline
Emits an aroma
Of roses in the air
And the Olivais Shopping Mall
Resembles the lights of Paris
And even on the front pages of newspapers
It turns out that
The World is happy
The World is happy

It gives me a fit, a beat, an attack
What a shock it gave me?
Am I having a tantrum
Or is it love?

It attacks the spine and ruptures the retina
Accelerates the heart
Will it go away with aspirin
Or is it love?

I only know that even the songs
Playing on the radio
Make me want to sing
And the weeds
On the roadside verge
Seem like moonlit gardens
And the singer from the morning show
Has a voice like Elis'
And the man from the news broadcast
Says that after all
The World is happy
The World is happy
The World is happy
The World is happy