I enjoy to see you smile
And spend the hours watching you sleep
While the world around us spins in vain
I take my time
The old man wastes his solitude
Among the pigeons at Praça da Sé
The sun rays of the twilight spreads over the apartment's floor
Your kisses are red
And your eyes are so tender
Recognize that everything can go back
And I can be that old man
At the bottom of everybody's soul
There lies loneliness
And a coldness that begs for comfort
Your kisses are red
They almost burn me
And your eyes are so tender
In your disheartened face
Your kisses are red
They almost burn me
And your eyes are so tender
In your disheartened face