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I'm going to make a song for her
A simple, Brazilian song
To release after carnival

I'm going to make a romantic yé-yé-yé
An anti-computer sentimental

I'm going to make a love song
To record a flying saucer

A song saying everything to her
That I'm still alone, in love
To release into outer space

My passion will shine at night
In the sky of a countryside town
Like an unidentified object