Perto do Fogo

Near the fire
As the hippies used to do
Near the fire
As in the Middle Ages
I want to burn my herb
I want to be near the fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire
My love

Near the fire
When everything explodes
Yeah, but nothing will explode
Men will be staring at each other
And saying: The moment is coming
Near the fire, my love
Oh, oh my love

I was here thinking, thinking
Thinking, thinking
In the year 2020, how old will I be, 72, 73 years old?
Everything will be the same
Everything, everything the same

Near the fire
I wanted to stay near the fire
In the eye of the hurricane
And in the chest a hawk
Hawk, hawk

Near the fire
I wanted to stay near the fire
And in the chest a hawk

In the heart of the city
Defending freedom
I want to be a flower
In your fiery hair
I want to be close to power
I want to be near the fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire