Flores No Deserto
Os Paralamas do Sucesso
Flowers in the Desert
One day
I might even pay for it
The impossible is my oldest vice
Or else
A delirium of my heart
That sees things
Where things are not
As certain
As flowers in the desert
Real
As the mirages of passion
There was
Innocence in your smile
While walking close to the precipice
He was calm
Believing in perfection
Like the fool on the hill in the song
