Do Meu Ao Teu Correio
Nena (PT)
From Mine to Your Mail
Life goes on, it was decided like this
Hands aging, a sign in me
That already seems certain to let it go
But I wanted you to know it passed in vain
Autumn, winter, spring, summer
And yesterday was that yesterday, almost seemed
And I know that on that day
What was there
Died, there was no salvation
The door here at home
Echoed loudly
And read, all of my heart
And today I bring the day someone told me
If it's to suffer, let it be written and without
Fearing everything that was felt once
Lost in love, in a place that saw me
Forgotten by the colors of an old canvas
If it's to hide, I come to remember
I know that on that day
What was there
Died, there was no salvation
The door here at home
Echoed loudly
And read, all of my heart
From June to January
From mine to your mail
From whom I always wanted
And was close to being
From the port to Lisbon
In a bird that flies
It was far that God wanted
That it was close to being
That it was close to being
And I know that on that day
What was there
Died, there was no salvation
The door here at home
Echoed loudly
And read, all of my heart
