Vento Dos Areais
Nosso amor
Ora és flor
Rude ao vento dos areais
Ora és flor
A bailar
Num mar de sonhos reais
Nem sempre o amanhã
Vem nos braços do Sol
Nossos medos e receios
Se resumem em paz se saciar no mel
Temos muito mais se refletir no azul do céu
Quando fazemos amor
Jura
O desejo e a loucura
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
Wind of the Sand Dunes
Our love
Now you're a flower
Rough to the wind of the sand dunes
Now you're a flower
Dancing
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 to be satisfied in honey
We have much more to reflect on the blue of the sky
When we make love
Swear
Desire and madness
Sweat and 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