Reserva pra Dois (part. Mayra Andrade)

The feeling I carry grows when I'm far from myself
So close, but inside like this, so out of here
In this warm and furious womb, you will always have a place
Beyond the after
Without noise, with color and reservation for two

To grow is to know and love
Endless certainty
Who will tell me in love
What is good or bad?

And the feeling I carry grows when I'm far from myself
So close, but inside like this, so out of here

To grow is to know and love
Endless certainty
Who will tell me if my love
Is jindungo or quindim?

What I know is that where nothing exists
Nothing ends
Nothing ends