Acender as Velas
Nara Leão
Lighting the Candles
Lighting the candles is already a profession
When there's no samba, there's disillusionment
It's one more heart that stops beating
An angel goes to heaven
God forgive me, but I'll say. God forgive me, but I'll say...
The doctor arrived too late
Because in the hill there's no car to go up
There's no phone to call
And there's no beauty to see...
And we die without wanting to die
Lighting the candles is already a profession
When there's no samba, there's disillusionment
And we die without wanting to die, and we die without wanting to die...
