Fui-te ver, ‘stavas lavando – F. Lopes Graça


I went looking for you, and found you washing in the river without soap; You were washing in rose water and the smell stays on your hands. The smell stays on your hands, the smell stays on your clothes; If I die and you remain, love my picture. Love my picture, love my heart; I went looking for you, and found you washing in the river without soap.

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