O Bolero de Isabel

It's a knot tied by Saint Peter
Unfastened by Saint Cosmas and Damian
It's a passion, it's the feeling of a sudden inspiration
Just like the heat from the core of a volcano

To see the good, it's the watered-down when it takes sugar
It's having a sugary brain in a stolen kiss
It's the confessed sin to Master Serene
Taking serenity in a well-moonlit yard
It's the pricking of the drizzle on the ground pricking
Staying amazed by a very lightning winter
It's the message from the cabocla sending a kiss
Dating the cabocla from the message.

To see desire, it's the desire desiring so much
And the moon watching this love through the roof gap
It's the surrounded by the turkey strutting around the lady
It's the little canary singing the canary
Zé do Rosário dancing bolero with Dona Isabel
Dona Isabel dancing bolero with Zé do Rosário
Imaginary of a voracious and forbidden passion
Escape, forbidden for the imaginary

To see the scenery, it's the red of the dawn
It's the yellowish brightness of the dawn
It's seeing the downpour run down the river
It's seeing the bunch of bananas ripen
Nightfall seeing the ice of the white moon
And the bare skin with the shining moon
It's seeing desire born with the winter
And the harmony that winter brought