A Mão do Amor
Roque Ferreira
The Hand of Love
I wish the hand of love
One day would weave
The threads of our fate
Like a seamstress knitting
With every stitch it made
Tying up the pain
With every stitch it made
Tying up the pain
Like someone doing crochet
A lace, a sheer
Would join the ends of our desires
And tie a knot
