Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Namora Comigo , by - Cristina Branco. Song from the album Branco, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыкаRelease date: 22.02.2018
Record label: Arruada
Song language: Portuguese
Namora Comigo(original) |
| De manhã nasceu o dia |
| E de longe via chegar |
| O mistério de aprender |
| Um lugar onde morar |
| Era meigo e de olhos claros |
| Cabelo escuro por pentear |
| E no meio dos seus medos |
| Só queria namorar |
| Mãos dadas beijos por roubar |
| Canções distantes |
| Engates lentos de embalar |
| Rosas dançantes |
| Começou tudo tão cedo |
| Sem qualquer preparação |
| Fui correndo nesse vento |
| Que levou a confusão |
| Cresci mulher, cresci menina |
| Foi rapaz conquistador |
| E na margem dessa terra |
| Foste tu o lutador |
| Mãos dadas beijos por roubar |
| Canções distantes |
| Engates lentos de embalar |
| Rosas dançantes |
| Namora comigo no meio do tempo |
| Num campo de flores de longe e de perto |
| Namora comigo a primeira vez |
| Fugimos daqui talvez, talvez |
| Seduzimos a noite na cama |
| Fomos leito, ternura e paz |
| Descansou no meu colo e na lua |
| E no céu perdi-me nua |
| Deixámos ir e por aqui ficámos |
| Namorando no sempre do ar |
| Planeámos caminhos futuros |
| Mergulhados no escuro do mar |
| Mãos dadas, beijos por roubar |
| Canções distantes |
| Engates lentos de embalar |
| Rosas dançantes |
| Namora comigo no meio do tempo |
| Num campo de flores de longe e de perto |
| Namora comigo a primeira vez |
| Fugimos daqui talvez, talvez |
| (translation) |
| In the morning the day was born |
| And from a far way to arrive |
| The mystery of learning |
| A place to live |
| He was sweet and clear-eyed |
| dark hair to comb |
| And in the midst of your fears |
| I just wanted to date |
| Holding hands kisses for stealing |
| distant songs |
| Packing slow couplings |
| dancing roses |
| It all started so early |
| without any preparation |
| I was running in this wind |
| Which led to confusion |
| I grew up a woman, I grew up a girl |
| It was conqueror boy |
| And on the edge of this land |
| Were you the fighter |
| Holding hands kisses for stealing |
| distant songs |
| Packing slow couplings |
| dancing roses |
| Date me in the middle of the time |
| In a field of flowers from far and close |
| Date me for the first time |
| We run away from here maybe, maybe |
| We seduce the night in bed |
| We were bed, tenderness and peace |
| Rested on my lap and on the moon |
| And in the sky I lost myself naked |
| We let go and here we stayed |
| Dating in the always hurting air |
| We planned future paths |
| Immersed in the darkness of the sea |
| Holding hands, kisses for stealing |
| distant songs |
| Packing slow couplings |
| dancing roses |
| Date me in the middle of the time |
| In a field of flowers from far and close |
| Date me for the first time |
| We run away from here maybe, maybe |