Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Minhas Bics, artist - Céu. Album song Tropix, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыкаDate of issue: 24.03.2016
Record label: Urban Jungle
Song language: Portuguese
Minhas Bics(original) |
| Munida das minhas bics |
| Sou astronauta do amor |
| Engelheira de ilusões |
| Porta da dor e da paz |
| Munida das minhas bics |
| Eu até que sou capaz de tomar um chá |
| Com cometas |
| e mel |
| Munida das minhas bics |
| traço um risco no papel |
| da formula de bhaskara |
| até o espaço sideral |
| Eu pedi pra ser feita da poeira |
| do rastro da estrela que risca o céu |
| na regra de três aqui dessa conta |
| resolvo tão bem esse mundo real |
| Com vagas pr’os sonhos que levam cometas |
| dos que desejaram um outro amanhã |
| Munida das minhas bics |
| Sou astronauta do amor |
| Engelheira de ilusões |
| Porta da dor e da paz |
| Munida das minhas bics |
| Eu até que sou capaz de tomar um chá |
| Com cometas |
| e mel |
| Munida das minhas bics |
| traço um risco no papel |
| da formula de bhaskara |
| até o espaço sideral |
| Eu pedi pra ser feita da poeira |
| do rastro da estrela que risca o céu |
| na regra de três aqui dessa conta |
| resolvo tão bem esse mundo real |
| Com vagas pr’os sonhos que levam cometas |
| dos que desejaram um outro amanhã. |
| (translation) |
| Armed with my bics |
| I am an astronaut of love |
| Engineer of illusions |
| Door of pain and peace |
| Armed with my bics |
| I'm even able to have a tea |
| with comets |
| it's honey |
| Armed with my bics |
| trace a risk on paper |
| from bhaskara formula |
| to outer space |
| I asked to be made from the dust |
| from the trail of the star that streaks the sky |
| in the rule of three here of this account |
| I solve this real world so well |
| With waves for the dreams that carry comets |
| of those who wished for another tomorrow |
| Armed with my bics |
| I am an astronaut of love |
| Engineer of illusions |
| Door of pain and peace |
| Armed with my bics |
| I'm even able to have a tea |
| with comets |
| it's honey |
| Armed with my bics |
| trace a risk on paper |
| from bhaskara formula |
| to outer space |
| I asked to be made from the dust |
| from the trail of the star that streaks the sky |
| in the rule of three here of this account |
| I solve this real world so well |
| With waves for the dreams that carry comets |
| of those who wished for another tomorrow. |