Um violeiro toca
Almir Sater
A Guitar Player Plays
When a star falls in the dark of night
And a guitarist plays his sorrows
Then the animals' eyes become illuminated
Stars of a moonlit hinterland shine in them
When love ends, lost on a corner
And a guitarist plays his fate
Then the animals' eyes become saddened
Memories of forgotten loves shine in them
When love begins, our joy calls
And a guitarist plays in our bed
So the eyes of animals are the eyes of those who love
Because nature is like this, without fear, nor pity, nor drama
Everything is backlands, everything is passion, if the guitarist plays
The guitar, the guitarist and love touch each other
Everything is backlands, everything is passion, if the guitarist plays
The guitar, the guitarist and love touch each other
When love begins, our joy calls
And a guitarist plays in our bed
So the eyes of animals are the eyes of those who love
Because nature is like this, without fear, nor pity, nor drama
Everything is backlands, everything is passion, if the guitarist plays
The guitar, the guitarist and love touch each other
Everything is backlands, everything is passion, if the guitarist plays
The guitar, the guitarist and love touch each other
