Nossa Casa
Mundo Bita
Our Home
Every world fits in every house.
Every house has its own way of being
I wanted to be a snail,
Go with my house wherever I want
Welcome to our sweet home
For those who arrive smiling, we have hugs to give
We're open door and heart
What doesn't rhyme with happiness doesn't belong here
The play starts and soon gets out of hand, the mess from the room stopped at the balcony
From the kitchen comes the smell of cloves and cinnamon in the dance of stirring the pot
Whenever we go for a walk
We know the way back here
Nest that embraces us, love that overflows
This is our home
Welcome to our sweet home
For those who arrive smiling, we have hugs to give
In the bedroom window, the sun shines in the morning
Wakes up the laziness that sleeps in our sheets
The running through the corridor without stopping, tangled on the carpet, climbed on the sofa
Imagining the shower turning into a waterfall, living adventures in our own way
Whenever we go for a walk
We know the way back here
Nest that embraces us, love that overflows
This is our home
Every world fits in every house.
Every house has its own way of being
I wanted to be a snail,
Go with my house wherever I want
Every world fits in every house.
Every house has its own way of being
Every world fits in every house.
Every world fits in every house
Every world fits in every house.
Every house has its own way of being
Every world fits in every house.
Every world fits in every house
