I know you want to give me a kiss
at least stay a little longer
at least leave a little later
My friend, he has a window
and he sees the Tagus and the time going through it
up front and turn to sea
Caymmi and the hotel
Listen Amalia, Manchester and Adriana
Portuguese stone fucks border
listen to their poverty and gum
at least be a little
at least hear the man and his dream flight
my friend, and it separates the wheat from the chaff
and has a love very different
do not know if you want my shelter
sow wind but is not guided by the wind
Portuguese stone, come to the brink
Today I will paint, Marina, near the sea
you walk away from Rio
Rio Tejo check