Roendo Unha
Falamansa
Biting Nails
When I heard the horn honk
I ran to see you
Behind the hill, the sun was about
to hide
When you left, I can't
forget anymore
My heart, love, left behind
I live with my eye on the hill
When I see some dust
I immediately think it's you
I live with my ear perked up
Toward the side of the road
That crosses the thicket
Look, I'm already biting nails
The longing is a witness
Of what I'm about to say
Because when at the window
I lean out
my singing is a sob
Galopping in the mud
