Vento Nos Areais
Nosso amor, ora és flor
Rude ao vento dos areais
Ora és flor a vagar, num mar de sonhos reais
Nem sempre o amanhã, vem nos braços do sol
Nossos medos e receios, se resumem em paz
Se saciar o mel, temos muito mais
Se refletir no azul do céu quando fazemos amor
Jura, o desejo e a mistura, o suor e a formosura
Numa límpida mistura de amor
O sonho vem pra boca e soa natural
Fortalece o anseio de brigarmos até o final
Sentimos que então valeu
Valeu, valeu, valeu, valeu, valeu, valeu......
Wind in the Sand Dunes
Our love, now you are a flower
Rough to the wind of the sand dunes
Now you are a flower wandering in a sea of real dreams
Not always tomorrow comes in the arms of the sun
Our fears and worries are summed up in peace
If we satisfy the honey, we have much more
If we reflect in the blue sky when we make love
Swear, the desire and the mixture, the sweat and the beauty
In a clear mixture of love
The dream comes to the mouth and sounds natural
Strengthens the longing to fight until the end
We feel that it was worth it
Worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it......