Ciclone

There is nothing in the great nature
That can escape from love
There is no brute capable of resisting
There is no one who can escape from being caught
There is no team that wins without defense
Nor a better attack for the heart
Than the hunch that comes when reason
Melts away with love, moved
You passed by my sidewalk
And I was a perfect 'little bird' for the trap
And I was a perfect 'little bird' for the trap
And I was a perfect 'little bird' for the trap

When you pass by, it's like a cyclone
Your gaze has nuclear power
I can hear your voice
From ten leagues away even without a microphone
Your kiss tastes like Danone
You're a sweet cotton cap
You're a gift from Cosme and Damião
Loving you is my best habit
And your eyes are a pair of fireflies
That guide me in the middle of darkness
That guide me in the middle of darkness
That guide me in the middle of darkness

Your love has captured me, there's no way out
I can't and don't want to let go
All that's left is to also imprison you
Here inside the box of my chest
Your scent is sweeter than candy
Your smell exerts an attraction on me
Every alveolus of my pair of lungs
Breathes you in, retains you, then exhales
Your love only travels in the passenger seat
Of this poor and suffering heart
Of this poor and suffering heart
Of this poor and suffering heart
Of this poor and suffering heart