Samba de Um Minuto
Roberta Sá
One Minute Samba
Slowly
Forget the time outside
Slowly
Forget the rhyme that's expensive
Listen, what I'm going to tell you
One minute of your attention
You don't play with my pain
I've already said no
You don't play with my pain
I've already said no, Slowly
Slowly with the procession
Your saint is made of clay and the spring dried up
You no longer have so much truth to tell
Nor so much evil to do
And if the pain is from missing
And the missing is to kill
In my chest the novelty
Will finally set me free
Slowly
Forget the time outside
Slowly
Forget the rhyme that's expensive