I love so much to travel in fancy metavers
in unfathomable spaces ...
All I need is a guitar chord
that reminds me some tepidness echoes ...
At the end of a short night ,
a girl with browned body ,
stretches out like a lazzy pussy
ready to dance on the wing of the wave.
Throwing her brazen nudity into the mirror.
Probably the call of a mirage ...
A mix-samba blues ,
caipirinha passion ,
sandy scent capuccino ...
I only know you as an illusion ,
vision lost in the chorus ...
I wind back the hours of folly
to give her my poor poem ,
lady the clock so unhappy...
I just would like to tell her :
\'\' I love you in the world of all impossible ! \'\'
A guy watching her go by
and without a word
offered to the mermaid
a bouquet of eternity ...
a few notes on 4 strings
that awakens a memory
in my morning ...
\'\' 0lha que coisa
mais linda
mais cheia de graça \'\'
A lyric she\'ll hum
in the shower
without knowing it\'s about her ...
it was raining a few summer tears
on the beach of Rio .
Our dating lost in your diary.
Its a long way to Ipanema
and the Maracanha is on fire...