A brisa do coração [English translation]

The secret to find is closed in us

The treasure shines here, cradling the heart

But it is hidden in the words and in ardent hands

In the sweetness of the cry, in hot caresses

In the bright blue of the air a seagull

In the white sea of sonorous foam

Curious peeks at the sails colour pink

In search of our treasure

The breath plays like a gazelle

On all the white and the street of Gold

Curious peeks at the slit in the window

In search of our treasure

Moon shining white in the morning

On the market for melons of gold

Curious peeking at the houses colour pink

In search of our treasure