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Trio Lubião
Black Step
Itaúnas when the sun sets
I hear secrets that the wind brings
Climbing the dunes and looking at the sea
In a simple desire to love you too much
And that urge to hold hands
And my pleasure of looking at the waters
Lying in a hammock dreaming your worlds
Losing track of time and walking aimlessly
In the light of a gas lamp
All she does is love me too much
All she hears is my harmonica, my voice
Lighting up the song that belongs to all of us
On a gentle night of great peace
On a cold night in Itaúnas
The stars shine, the fireflies
I get drunk on wines and perfumes
Hearing the black step early
Black step singing in the morning
Hearing the black step early
Black step when it's morning
