O Amanhã
Quinho
Tomorrow
The gypsy read my destiny
I dreamed of a crystal ball
A oracle of cowries, a fortune teller
I always asked
What will tomorrow be like
What will my destiny be like
I have already picked the leaves of the ill-wisher
A boy's first love
And the dawn is coming
I read the zodiacal message
And the organ grinder says
That I will be happy
What will tomorrow be like
Answer whoever can
What will happen to me
My destiny will be as
God wants
