Amor de Rastapé

I have a childhood dream, love
And I keep imagining by the window
Your sweet kiss
Your delicate hands
Your low-cut skirt
How I miss it

I have a childhood dream, love
And I keep imagining by the window
Your sweet kiss
Your delicate hands
Your low-cut skirt
How I miss it

As if it were a life
That resurrects in my heart
From the oldest
From those that cry and fight
When we need it the most
There's always understanding

Ah, if only I could live alone
Live alone
Close to your side

And in the forró, everyone is Rastapé
There's no man without a woman
And love is everywhere

Ah, if only I could live alone
Live alone
Close to your side

And in the forró, everyone is Rastapé
There's no man without a woman
And love is everywhere