The night will fall, on the city.
I don't understand why I feel so much smell of sea.
One day I found, my hand near my foot,
they said, come on, Celestita, there's a lot of things to do!
I won't forget, no, I won't stop...
Because for being happy, I have enough with what God gives me.
Finally I discovered, that I couldn't go,
I used my hands soon and I knew how to live.
This is a blues... that talks about my pain...
Because I know that in my heart is still missing, a little more love.