A Casa É Sua [English translation]

I've got plenty of chairs

I've got plenty of sofas

You only need to sit on them

You only need to be here

I've got plenty of walls

And on them there's a door for you to cross

I've got plenty of rugs

You only need to step on them barefeet

I've got plenty of beds

You only need to lie on them

I've got the Sun rise

You only need to wake up

So the windows can open up for me

And the wind can play backyard

Rocking the flowers of the garden

And making the colors1 on the clothesline

My house is your house

Why don't you get here now?

Even the ceiling has turned upside-down

Because you take too much time to get here

My house is your house

Why don't you get here now?

Not even the nail on the wall

Stands the weight of this clock

I've got plenty of bathrooms and bedrooms

Lamps and dining rooms

I've got plenty of kitchens

You only need to ring the doorbell

I've got plenty of dogs

That are howling because you're not here

It even looks like it's begging for help

Just like everything else here

I've got plenty of houses

They only need to turn into homes

I've got the time that flies by

I just can't wait any longer

So the birds can sing again

And the clouds can shape into a heart with an arrow

So the floor can lie down

And so the rain drops can fall on the roof tiles

My house is your house

Why don't you get here now?

Even the ceiling has turned upside-down

Because you take too much time to get here

My house is your house

Why don't you get here now?

Not even the nail on the wall

Stands the weight of this clock

1. The colors of the clothes