Era de Amar

It was a regular night,
it was at a bar table,
it was January in that place,
and she looked at me in a way:
like the sea.

It was about smoking and laughing,
it was about knowing how to wait,
it was about going out to search,
it wasn't just any look:
it was about love.

I'm walking at the bottom of the sea,
I'm walking at the bottom of the sea.

A drop can hold
all the secrets of the sea,
everything it can tell,
everything that came after
was about imagining.

I'm walking at the bottom of the sea,
I'm walking at the bottom of the sea.