Anunciação [English translation]

In the soft haze of the passions which come from inside us

You arrive to play in my backyard

Your horse, your bare chest, your hair blowing in the wind

And the sun is drying our clothes on the clothes line

In the soft haze of the passions which come from inside us

You arrive to play in my backyard

Your horse, your bare chest, your hair blowing in the wind

And the sun is drying our clothes on the clothes line

You are coming, you are coming

I can already hear your signs

You are coming, you are coming

I can already here your signs

The voice of the angel whispered into my ears

I don’t doubt it, I can already hear your signs

That you would come in a Sunday morning

And I annunciate your arrival with the ringing bells of the cathedrals

You are coming, you are coming

I can already hear your signs

You are coming, you are coming

I can already here your signs

In the soft haze of the passions which come from inside us

You arrive to play in my backyard

Your horse, your bare chest, your hair blowing in the wind

And the sun is drying our clothes on the clothes line

You are coming, you are coming

I can already hear your signs

You are coming, you are coming

I can already here your signs

The voice of the angel whispered into my ears

I don’t doubt it, I can already hear your signs

That you would come in a Sunday morning

And I annunciate your arrival with the ringing bells of the cathedrals

You are coming, you are coming

I can already hear your signs

You are coming, you are coming

I can already here your signs