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The Blue Train (Lo Borges and Ronaldo Bastos)
Things we forgot to say
Remembered phrases that the wind sometimes brings
Things that waited so long to be said
Fly tirelessly on the song of the wind.
You take the blue train
The sun in my head
The sun takes the blue train
You in my head
The sun in my head
Indian Love (Beto Guedes and Ronaldo Bastos)
All that moves is sacred
And with care moves mountains, my love
As long as the flame burns
To see you passing by every day
To experience everything with you beside me
With the arc of promise painted in blue for eternity
A bee making honey
Is worht the time she doesn't fly
A star fell from the sky
The request that was considered
The destiny that was fulfilled
Of feeling your warmth
And being everything
Every day is a day to live
To be whatever
And be everything
Yes, all love is sacred
And the fruits of labor more than sacred, my love
The dough that makes the bread
Is worth the glow of your sweat
Remember that sleep is sacred
And feeds new horizons to the waking hours
In winter to protect you
In summer to go fishing
In fall to know you
In spring to appreciate
In the dry spells to mellow
So that in the rain we'll dance
And stroll together
The destiny that was fulfilled
Of feeling your warmth
And being everything.
The Blue Train (Lo Borges and Ronaldo Bastos)
Things we forgot to say
Remembered phrases that the wind sometimes brings
Things that waited so long to be said
Fly tirelessly on the song of the wind.
You take the blue train
The sun in my head
The sun takes the blue train
You in my head
The sun in my head
Indian Love (Beto Guedes and Ronaldo Bastos)
All that moves is sacred
And with care moves mountains, my love
As long as the flame burns
To see you passing by every day
To experience everything with you beside me
With the arc of promise painted in blue for eternity
A bee making honey
Is worht the time she doesn't fly
A star fell from the sky
The request that was considered
The destiny that was fulfilled
Of feeling your warmth
And being everything
Every day is a day to live
To be whatever
And be everything
Yes, all love is sacred
And the fruits of labor more than sacred, my love
The dough that makes the bread
Is worth the glow of your sweat
Remember that sleep is sacred
And feeds new horizons to the waking hours
In winter to protect you
In summer to go fishing
In fall to know you
In spring to appreciate
In the dry spells to mellow
So that in the rain we'll dance
And stroll together
The destiny that was fulfilled
Of feeling your warmth
And being everything.