Vento Dos Areais

Our love
Now you're a flower
Rough to the wind of the sand dunes
Now you're a flower
Dancing
In a sea of real dreams

Not always tomorrow
Comes in the arms of the Sun
Our fears and worries

Are summed up in peace to be satisfied in honey
We have much more to reflect on the blue of the sky
When we make love

Swear
Desire and madness
Sweat and beauty
In a clear mixture
Of love

The dream comes to the mouth and sounds natural
Strengthens the longing to fight until the end
We feel that it was worth it