O Bonde do Dom

New day
I keep thinking of you
I feel so light that I don't suffer
I work in samba and I can't complain
I live singing just to touch you

Every day
I live thinking of getting married
Joining the rhymes like a poor folk
Climbing in life with you at my altar
I keep playing just to sing to you

It's the Dom's gang that takes me
The angels that carry me
The cars that surround me
The saints that project me
On the wings of the good in this world
They carry a backyard deep down
The sea water drinks me
The thirst for you continues
The thirst for you...