Toada do Semeador (part. João Manô)

Inside of me there are strings
That wake up new sounds
That resonate with the air
That comes from deep in my lungs

And they go out to sing to the eternal God in gratitude
And they go out to sing to the eternal God in gratitude

The same one who makes the grass grow on the hills
Is the one who watches over this wandering life
Is the one who watches over this wandering life
Is the one who watches over this wandering life