SAUDADE

Saudade, saudade,

Your eyes painted the comfort

Of our mosaic dreams

Drowning into the thoughts

Within this trouble city

 

Saudade, saudade

To curl in the bed

And lingering smile

As our lips, slips,

Into the hums of the night

 

Saudade, saudade

Before the echoes of yesterday,

Comes the joy from your sight,

Trace through the searchlight,

Of my very own lies.

 

Saudade, saudade

I drew the lines

To your constellation path

Whispering to the fate

So to make you mine.