Lente de Contato
Zeca Pagodinho
Contact Lens
It's not good to deceive myself
Or fake a sparkle in your eyes
To brighten up a passion like this
False light in my darkness
If then comes the sun
Unveiling your bad intention
Far beyond this sea
Follows the boat of my heart
Navigator of a thousand storms
Sailor improvising a dock
No one else can affirm
If it's green or blue
The sea of your gaze
After the tears roll
and the storm passes
At the mercy of the wind
I will stay then
Because it's time
To take care of the ship
A new star
Another direction
And that shine
Will I follow or not
