Tarde Em Itapoã

An old bathing suit
The day to laze around
A sea that has no size
And a rainbow in the air
Then in Caymmi square
Feeling laziness in the body
And on a wicker mat
Drinking a coconut water

It's good
To spend an afternoon in Itapoã
Under the burning sun in Itapoã
Listening to the sea in Itapoã
Talking about love in Itapoã

While the sea inaugurates
A brand new greenery
Arguing sweetly
With a corked cachaça
And with the gaze forgotten
In the meeting of sky and sea
Slowly feeling
The whole earth spinning

It's good
To spend an afternoon in Itapoã
Under the burning sun in Itapoã
Listening to the sea in Itapoã
Talking about love in Itapoã

Then feeling the shiver
Of the wind that the night brings
And the soft gossip
That sprouts from the coconut trees
And in the serene spaces
Without yesterday or tomorrow
Sleeping in the tanned arms
Of the moon in Itapoã

It's good
To spend an afternoon in Itapoã
Under the burning sun in Itapoã
Listening to the sea in Itapoã
Talking about love in Itapoã