Chão Da Praça
Moraes Moreira
Square Ground
My love, who stayed in this dance
My love has faith in the dance
Our pain, my love, is what shakes
Our pain the square ground
My love, who stayed in this dance
My love has faith in the dance
Our pain, my love, is what shakes
Our pain the square ground
See that sound has already detonated in the square
Because all tears have already rolled
Cruel, tempting black eyes
Of the crowds without a singer
Cruel, tempting black eyes
Of the crowds without a singer
I was a boy, a boy
A Bedouin with a merchant's ear
In the East there are people
With a lance gaze in the dance of my love
I was a boy, a boy
A Bedouin with a merchant's ear
In the East there are people
With a lance gaze in the dance of my love
You have to dance the dance
That shakes our pain on the square ground
You have to dance the dance
That shakes our pain on the square ground
Shakes the square ground
Shakes the square ground
Shakes the square ground
Shakes the square ground
My love, who stayed in this dance
My love has faith in the dance
Our pain, my love, is what shakes
Our pain the square ground
My love, who stayed in this dance
My love has faith in the dance
Our pain, my love, is what shakes
Our pain the square ground
See that sound has already detonated in the square
Because all tears have already rolled
Cruel, tempting black eyes
Of the crowds without a singer
Cruel, tempting black eyes
Of the crowds without a singer
I was a boy, a boy
A Bedouin with a merchant's ear
In the East there are people
With a lance gaze in the dance of my love
I was a boy, a boy
A Bedouin with a merchant's ear
In the East there are people
With a lance gaze in the dance of my love
You have to dance the dance
That shakes our pain on the square ground
You have to dance the dance
That shakes our pain on the square ground
Shakes the square ground
Shakes the square ground
Shakes the square ground
Shakes the square ground
Shakes the square ground
