Quem Tem a Viola
Boca Livre
Who Has the Guitar
Whoever's got the guitar to keep them company
Doesn't live alone, can't feel the pain
Sounds like a river on a metal string
Feels like the ocean in a final chord
Whoever's got the guitar to keep them company
Doesn't live alone, can't feel the pain
Sounds like clothes drying on the line
Sunlight shining down on crystal clear
Makes the moonlight shine, and a heart that's empty
Floats around like a kite in the air
Stop, stop, stop
Pa para ra, para ra, paparapa
Makes the moonlight shine, and a heart that's empty
Floats around like a kite in the air
Whoever's got the guitar to keep them company
Doesn't live alone, can't feel the pain
Sounds like a river on a metal string
Feels like the ocean in a final chord
Whoever's got the guitar to keep them company
Doesn't live alone, can't feel the pain
Sounds like clothes drying on the line
Sunlight shining down on crystal clear
Makes the moonlight shine, and a heart that's empty
Floats around like a kite in the air
Stop, stop, stop
Pa para ra, para ra, paparapa
Stop, stop, stop
Pa para ra, para ra, paparapa
Whoever's got the guitar to keep them company
Doesn't live alone, can't feel the pain
Larara, la, lara
