Vermelho
Vanessa da Mata
Red
Liking to see you smile
Spending hours to watch you sleep
While the world spins in vain
I take the time
The old man spends his loneliness
Among the pigeons in Praça da Sé
The sunset invades the apartment floor
Red are your kisses
How gentle are your eyes
Seeing that everything can regress
That old man could be me
In the depths of the soul there is loneliness
And a cold that begs for warmth
Red are your kisses
Almost burning me
How gentle are your eyes
Languid face
Your kisses are red
Almost burning me
How gentle are your eyes
Languid face
Seeing that everything can regress
That old man could be me
In the depths of the soul there is loneliness
And a cold that begs for warmth
Red are your kisses
Almost burning me
How gentle are your eyes
Languid face
Your kisses are red
Almost burning me
How gentle are your eyes
Languid face
