Pelas Esquinas da Nossa Casa [English translation]

I open the door without care, like everyone in love

I go running towards you

And in our encounter I cross the line with that embrace

I let everything [just] happen

The acceleration is crazy whenever I kiss your mouth

My heart races

Our body slips without control past the living room

What craziness, what passion

With you

With that traffic I go more

On the corners of this house

There are neither laws nor [traffic] signals

We go on it, hon', but we stop on the road

At that time in the hallway

Hands and hugs what sweetness, lower or on the waist

Everything is always seductive

So many kisses and caresses, so many curves and delights

More words, more heat

And we arrive gasping at the lovers destination

Our room, our love

With you

With this traffic I go more

On the corners of that house

There are neither laws nor [traffic] signals

With you

With this traffic I go more

On the corners of this house

There are neither laws nor [traffic] signals

With you

With this traffic I go more

On the corners of this house

No . . .