Frevo Mulher

How many here listen
The eyes were of faith
How many elements
Love that woman
How many men were winter
Others summer
Autumns falling dry
On the ground of my hand
Groaned among heads
The tip of the spur
The leaf of the touch-me-not
The fear of loneliness
Poison my companion
Unleash in the singer
And flows into the first
Dam of my love
It's when the wind shakes the hair
The braid all red
A blind eye wanders
Looking for one
It's when the wind shakes the hair
The braid all red
A blind eye wanders
Looking for one