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Certain days the wind brings your scent

And I get up in the bed scared

In the small hours

With a sour taste in my mouth

Yeah... that sour taste of missing you that disturbs me

That makes me lose sleep and that doesn't go away, doesn't go away

I'm done, I won't take to hold on

On these days my heart might not take it, I'm done!

I must see you tonight, it doesn't matter the hour

So that I don't go madness

Mark a place where I can see you

Who knows at the same place

Where we used to go to love each other

Sharing the same sheet

Feeling the light of the sun touching our soul

Is it difficult to understand this?

It seems like magic

This passion chases after me in every season

I don't know what to do

It seems like magic

We were born for each other

Like the moon for the sea

And the sun for the morning

Nothing won't change it

Our lives were ever fated

I'll be your love for all my life

• Artist:Calcinha Preta