A Alma e a Matéria
Marisa Monte
The Soul and the Matter
I search in vague things
Science!
I move dozens of muscles
To smile...
In the contracting pores
On the jasmine petals
With the breeze that comes to brush
From the other shore of the sea...
I search in the landscape
Cadence!
The atoms choreograph
The grass on the ground...
On the skin, Braille to read
On the surface of me
Millimeters of pleasure
Kilometers of passion...
Come to this world
God wants to be born
There is something invisible and enchanted
Between me and you
And the soul takes advantage to be
The matter and live...
I search in vague things
Science!
I move dozens of muscles
To smile...
In the contracting pores
On the jasmine petals
With the breeze that comes to brush
From the other shore of the sea...
I search in the landscape
Cadence!
The atoms choreograph
The grass on the ground...
On the skin, Braille to read
On the surface of me
Millimeters of pleasure
Kilometers of passion...
Come to this world
God wants to be born
There is something invisible and enchanted
Between me and you...
Come to this world
God wants to be born
That the soul takes advantage to be
The matter and live
That the soul takes advantage to be
The matter and live
That the soul takes advantage to
Live!
That the soul takes advantage to be
The matter and live...
