Marambaia

I can picture you arriving here on a Sunday
Guitar on my back, anchored on the island
If I stop to figure the route from Icaraí
To Marambaia, it’s more than ten hours
What a shame, but hold on

Out of nowhere, summer
Calls me to breathe with the waves
And the smell of the sea overwhelms me
A smile in Neverland is waiting for me
With open arms

I’m gonna fly, I’m gonna fly, yes I will
I’m gonna fly to see you anyway
But I’m gonna fly, I’m gonna fly
Yes I will
I’m gonna fly to see you

Summer, summer
Summer, summer

Calls me to breathe with the waves
And the smell of the sea overwhelms me
A smile in Neverland is waiting for me
With open arms
On Arrow Beach

I’m gonna fly, I’m gonna fly, yes I will
I’m gonna fly to see you anyway
But I’m gonna fly, I’m gonna fly
Yes I will!
I’m gonna fly to see you