Each new day
I follow my thoughts of you
I’m so light in my mind that I can’t suffer
Samba is my work, and I can’t complain
I live singing just so I can touch you
Every day
I live thinking about marriage
Sticking rhymes together, like a poor man of the people
I rise in life with you on my altar
I stay in touch with my feelings just so I can sing about you
It’s the train of talent that takes me
The angels that carry me
The cars that encircle me
The saints that design and shape me
On the wings of the world’s love
A secret garden is carried there in the back of my mind
The seawater drinks me
The thirst for you carries on
The thirst for you…