Sá Marina

Walking down the sloped street
Only those who’ve seen can tell
Smelling the orange blossom
Sá Marina comes to dance

In her usual white skirt
The Sun spins, stopping to stare
With her playful little way
She made the whole crowd sing

Spinning through life ahead
And lets it out
This joy
Dance that brings the day to sing

Twirl, 'cause these restless folks
Get moving
And follow, in her rhythm
Showing all the poetry in her gaze

Leaving verses in her wake
And just songs to sing
On that Sunday afternoon
She made the whole crowd cry

And made the whole crowd cry
And made the whole crowd cry

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Leaving verses in her wake
And just songs to sing
On that Sunday afternoon
She made the whole crowd cry

And made the whole crowd cry
And made the whole crowd cry
And made the whole crowd
Cry

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

And made the whole crowd cry
And made the whole crowd cry
And made the whole crowd cry
And made the whole crowd cry