That sets my mind on fire
When it blossoms in the dew
Of the quiet night
She startles and trembles
With the touch of my lips
Your little rose
That harbours volcanoes
Is the wine in my blood
The intoxication of my senses
It has the flavour of ready apples
The endless sea's water salt
Small red rose
Simple flower
Turns your scent into your secret
Your skin color into your sin
Your inner fire into your domain.*
Leonardo Alves
*Revisão: Mário Siri / Rodrigo Oliveira
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