Mistérios
Roupa Nova
Mysteries
From a rib she was generated
Breath of life in the morning
In paradise, she was tempted
By the bite of the apple
She blamed the serpent
And in her hair, a flower
And discovered in the burning body
How hot love is
Would it be a sin
To follow the heart?
How to forever silence
The mouth of a volcano
Always has dreams, wants to fly
Always hungry, wants to bite
Always cold and wants to play
Play with life, to hide
From a rib she was generated
Everything seems to match
Has the purity of a fairy
But has poison in her gaze
And whoever tastes her spell
And whoever dares to drink the honey
Will enter paradise
To never leave heaven again
Would it be a sin
To follow the heart?
How to forever silence
The mouth of a volcano
Always has dreams, wants to fly
Always hungry, wants to bite
Always cold and wants to play
Play with life, to hide
