Vento Nos Areais

Our love, now you are a flower
Rough to the wind of the sand dunes
Now you are a flower wandering in a sea of real dreams
Not always tomorrow comes in the arms of the sun
Our fears and worries are summed up in peace
If we satisfy the honey, we have much more
If we reflect in the blue sky when we make love
Swear, the desire and the mixture, the sweat and the beauty
In a clear mixture of love

The dream comes to the mouth and sounds natural
Strengthens the longing to fight until the end
We feel that it was worth it
Worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it......