Cama Mole

Those who love sleep in a soft bed
And those who don’t can’t even lie down
My love is a flower with a rare shine
Wherever I go, I stop to admire

Those who love, when morning comes
Go to the kitchen and their sweetheart is there
Making coffee, bread, eggs, and flour
So cute, right in her place

Those who think it’s better to live alone
Don’t know the joy a great love can bring
When night falls, we’re on the porch
Looking at the moon that makes me sing
I get a wild urge to go to bed
To see you all naked, always waiting for me

A great love, a bit quiet
Because the little ones can’t wake up
They always wake with the birds
As a new day starts to break

I ask God to take care of the little ones
The parrot and the thrush
And the little house up on the hill
My love takes me there, that’s my place
My little house up on the hill
My love takes me there, that’s my place