Sol e Chuva

Rain, rain, soaking my body
Inside I have a sun lighting me up.

It rains almost always in the wet,
In the lost time that I can't get back.
In the contradictions I carry with me,
In the way I look at an old love.

It rains in the city and in the hood,
In the frozen time of a photograph.
In the educated man and in the basics,
In the wizards of the dome in Brasília.

It rains in the stories of the people,
In every chord of my guitar.
Only my love is privileged,
Because it’s well kept in my heart.

It rains in my childhood dreams,
In the thread that holds my fate.
In the drip-drop of day-to-day,
In reality and in fantasy.

Rain on the roof turns into dripping
That could soak my whole life.
A life I spend thinking of her,
Who watches life from the window.

It rains in the refuge of loneliness
That dampens some notes of this refrain.
Only my love is privileged
Because it’s well kept in my heart.

It rains in the confined desire
Of the dreams of my first girlfriend.
In the hidden mystery of poetry
And in the simplicity of this melody.

The water fills the palm of my hand
And flows between the lines of this song.
Only my love is privileged
Because it’s well kept in my heart.