Nos Teus Braços
Cuca Roseta
From your arms
My fingers had grown
On your mouth
The cruelest sin
Your shoulders
Crave for my hair
On my skin
The rest of yours
From your mouth, mine becomes drunk
And your silence invented my prayer
From your feelings the poetry goes crazy
By your mouth, mine becomes quiet…
Your eyes
Harbored my fears
Your Autumn
Poured my perfume
Your drawing
Enchanted my desires
Your body
Ignites my fire
From your name, God have created mine
On your hair, my hug leaned over
By your fate, your love found me
I will always be yours, on your arms, my lap…
From your name, God have created mine
On your hair, my hug leaned over
By your fate, your love found me
I will always be yours, on your arms, my lap
I will always be yours, on your arms, my lap
I will always be yours, on your arms, my lap…