Asa
Djavan
Wing
The morning rescued me with flowers and birds
Soft, loose, in blue wing
Butterflies in a flock
It says that a stone doesn't speak
What would it say if it did
I, Ana?
Love me
Burn me in your bed
The velvet of speech
Said: kiss, which is sweet
It captures me, makes me equal
Yields me with its bullet
It says that a stone doesn't speak
What would it say if it did
I, Ana?
Love me
Burn me in your bed
The velvet of speech
Said: kiss, which is sweet
It captures me, makes me equal
Yields me with its bullet
Disguise yourself as Zeus
As Juruna, in the blue goddess
If I am moved
I already know it's you
Clarity of a new day
There was none without you
You passed by and I forgot
What I was going to say
What is there to say
Where does this slope lead
What sad lands will a performer conquer playing blues?
What is there to say
Where does this slope lead
What sad lands will a performer conquer inventing blues?
What is there to say
Where does this slope lead
What sad lands will a performer conquer raving in the blues?
Disguise yourself as Zeus
As Juruna, in the blue goddess
If I am moved
I already know it's you
Clarity of a new day
There was none without you
You passed by and I forgot
What I was going to say
What is there to say
Where does this slope lead
What sad lands will a performer conquer playing blues?
What is there to say
Where does this slope lead
What sad lands will a performer conquer inventing blues?
What is there to say
Where does this slope lead
What sad lands will a performer conquer raving in the blues?
