Altas Horas (part. Nando Reis)

Meeting you was a gift
In an innocent box
That life handed to me
Some things we feel
Simply, all of a sudden
Aren't just things
It's love, oh, oh

Late hours, deep talks
And we don't even notice
Time carrying us away
Where two lovers
Feel, together and scared
That they're in love

This is love, my dear
And if it's love, what does it matter
If when you leave
I can't wait
To see you come back to me