Andar, Andar

I composed this song
Walking from Ipanema
To Baixo Leblon
Looking to find you
In my Rio de Janeiro

I composed this song
Walking from Ipanema
To Baixo Leblon
Like an abandoned dog
Like the Brazilian people

Walk, walk
In the streets of Rio
Of Rio de Janeiro
December, April

"I whisper to everyone
asking about my love"

There's still a whistle
A desire, nothing more
Everything turns into desire
Desire to find you
Conjugation of desires
Born from the verb to love

Love of loving
Indigo sky
Serra do Mar
My Brazilwood
We are children of one womb
Of this gentle motherland
And the elites divide us
How poorly my Brazil is doing

And everything turns into desire
Desire and nothing more
Brazil, nation of desires
In the sad square of peace