Este Seu Olhar
João Gilberto
This Your Look
This look of yours
When it meets mine
Speaks of things
That I can't even believe
Sweet is to dream and think that you
Like me, as I like you
But the illusion, when it fades away
Hurts in the heart of the one who dreamed
Dreamed too much
Ah! If only I could understand
What your eyes say
