As Andorinhas (part. Trio Parada Dura)

The swallows have returned
And I have also returned
To land on the old nest
That I left here one day

We are swallows
That come and go
In search of love
Sometimes we return tired
Wounded, hurt
But we come back home
Flapping our wings
With great pain

Like a swallow
I left dreaming
But it was all in vain

I returned without happiness
Because, in truth
A swallow
Flying alone
Does not make summer

The swallows have returned
And I have also returned
To land on the old nest
That I left here one day

We are swallows
That come and go
In search of love
Sometimes we return tired
Wounded, hurt
But we come back home
Flapping our wings
With great pain

Like a swallow
I left dreaming
But it was all in vain

I returned without happiness
Because, in truth
A swallow
Flying alone
Does not make summer