Anunciação [English translation]

In the soft fog of the passions

That come from the inside of us

You are coming back

To have fun in my yard

Riding your horse

With your naked chest, hair blowing in the wind

And the Sun is clearing

Our clothes on the clothes line

In the soft fog of the passions

That come from inside of us

You are coming back

To have fun in my yard

Riding your horse

With your naked chest, hair blowing in the wind

And the Sun is clearing

Our clothes on the clothes line

You come, you come

I can already hear your signs

You come, you come

I can already hear your signs

A voice of an angel

Whispered into my ear

And I have no doubt

I already listen to your signs

You would come

In a Sunday morning

I annunciate you

Ringing the bells of the Cathedrals

You come, you come

I can already hear your signs

You come, you come

I can already hear your signs