(Lyrics by Dinho Ouro Preto, Bebel Gilberto, Beco Dranoff)
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You know you can feel the breeze with patience of a lifetime
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Dance above the trees to the rhythm in your mind
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Gently touching your skin inside out
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Floating on the seas, it carries me around
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You can close your eyes and never be alone
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You can close your eyes and never be alone
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You can close your eyes and never be alone
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You can close your eyes and never be alone
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Penso em voce, sinto um gosto de mar
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Nos graos de areia, e eu a rolar
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Vou rodar o mundo , mas aqui e o meu lugar
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Eu vou rodar o mundo mas aqui e o meu lugar
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(Translation:
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Thinking about you, I feel the taste of the sea
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In the sand grains, I am rolling
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Gonna go around the world, but here is my place
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I'll go around the world, but here is my place)
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You can close your eyes and never be alone
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You can close your eyes and never be alone
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You can close your eyes and never be alone
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You can close your eyes and never be alone
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Since the day I left, from the start
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I can feel megabytes of memories in my heart
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Wish I disappear and wake up in some other place
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Where there's no pain or fear, is simple like 'Hello'
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You can close your eyes and never be alone
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You can close your eyes and never be alone
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You can close your eyes and never be alone
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You can close your eyes and never be alone
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SAMBA OF THE BLESSING
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(Literal translation by Beco Dranoff)
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It's better to be happy than sad
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Happiness is the best thing there is
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It is like a light in the heart
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But to make a samba with beauty
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It's needed a bit of sadness
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If not the samba can't be made
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To make a samba is not like telling a joke
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And who makes samba like this is worth nothing
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The good samba is a kind of prayer
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Because samba is the sadness that sways
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And sadness is always hopeful
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Of one day not being sad any more
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Put a little love in the cadence
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And you'll see that in this world nobody wins
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The beauty that a samba have
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Because samba was born in Bahia
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And if today it is white in it's poetry
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It is very black in it's heart
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Close Your Eyes
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Bebel Gilberto |