Amor Distante / Inquilina de Violeiro (feat. Luan Santana) (pot-pourri)

If I were a little bird
I’d want to fly in the sky
And gently land
In the curves of your arms
I’d want to feel your affection
To ease the pain I’m going through
I’d want to give you a little kiss
And then a big hug

It’s a saying that’s quite true
Whoever loves never forgets
Whoever has their love far away
Cries, sighs, and suffers
The heart suffers a lot
Longing grows in the chest
If you have another love
Be honest and let me know

A guy with his guitar is coming from the countryside
Wearing a cowboy hat and farmer's clothes
He got on an elevator in São Paulo
A girl got on too, like a flower bud
Finding the girl so beautiful, the guy spoke to her
I want to be your love

The girl responded with a rude gesture
To me, you’re just a resigned beggar
You with that guitar are a backward hick
You have nowhere to fall dead and want to be my boyfriend
I only date noble people
You’re just a poor guy, I don’t date broke losers

The guy, very polite, then said to the girl
I carry this guitar to fulfill my destiny
But I’m quite picky, I only have corner buildings
To me, you’re just a fake high-society girl
Where you live isn’t yours, this building here is mine
You’re my tenant

Call me whatever you want, hick or farmer
This hat represents the trophy of cowboys
I won’t part with this guitar, because I’m a good Brazilian
You’re late on your rent, I came to collect my money
Do your duty better
Feel the pride of being the tenant of a guitar player