Esperando na Janela
Frank Aguiar
Waiting by the Window
I still remember your way of walking
Your way of looking, I remember well
I wanted to smell your scent
It's the way she has
All the time I'm like a fool
Always looking, but she doesn't come
And this tightness in the bottom of my chest
One that a person can't bear
This tightness increases my desire
And I can't wait to tell you
That's why I'm going to her house, yeah
To talk about my love to her, go
She's waiting for me by the window, yeah
I don't know if I'll be able to hold back
