Nos teus braços [English translation]

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…