Vontade
Santanna O Cantador
Desire
Desire to pass by your door
Desire to knock on your gate
Desire to ask for a glass of water
And thus be able to touch your hand
And thus be able to speak of my love
And thus reveal my passion
I am in love with you
Since I was a boy
Since I was little
I just didn't have the courage
To say
That I'm burning
I'm gnawing at myself
