Amor de Índio

Everything that moves is sacred
And removes the mountains
With all care, my love.
While the flame burns,
Every day seeing you pass by,
Living everything by your side
With the bow of promise
Of the painted blue to last.

Bee making honey
Is worth the time that didn't fly
The star fell from the sky
The wish that was thought
The destiny that was fulfilled
To feel your warmth and be whole
Every day is to live
To be whatever and be everything.

Yes, all love is sacred
And the fruit of labor
Is more than sacred, my love.
The dough that makes the bread
Is worth the light of your sweat
Remember that sleep is sacred
And feeds on horizons
The awake time of living.

In winter to protect you
In summer to go out fishing,
In autumn to get to know you,
Spring to be able to like.
In summer to melt for you
To dance in the rain and walk together
The destiny that was fulfilled
To feel your warmth and be everything.

Yes, all love is sacred
And the fruit of labor
Is more than sacred, my love.
The dough that makes the bread
Is worth the light of your sweat
Remember that sleep is sacred
And feeds on horizons
The awake time of living.

In winter to protect you
In summer to go out fishing,
In autumn to get to know you,
Spring to be able to like.
In summer to melt for you
To dance in the rain and walk together
The destiny that was fulfilled
To feel your warmth and be everything.