Amor É de Lei

Love debt is paid with a kiss
There's no loser, nothing is lost
You don't plant flowers on tiles
Nor harvest sun if the night prevents

Love doubt is like an addiction
Depends on pain, enslaves us
Torments the being, becomes a torment
Freezes the heat, nothing is created

Love gift is never announced
Simply given on a silver platter
It arrives suddenly, comes from nowhere
And everything turns into joy