Vilarejo

There's a village over there
Where a good wind blows
On the porch, those who rest
See the horizon lay on the ground
To calm the heart

There the world makes sense

Land of heroes, mothers' homes
Paradise moved there
Above the quiet houses
Fruits in any backyard
Full breasts, strong children
Dreams sowing the real world
Everyone fits there
Palestine Shangri-la

Come walk and fly
Come walk and fly
Come walk and fly

There time waits
There it's spring
Doors and windows are always open
For luck to come in
On every table bread
Flowers decorating
The paths, the dresses, the destinies
And this song
Has a true love
For when you leave