Renato Castelo sent me the lyrics for this song, and the melody just revealed itself to my ears! The song is a little gem. Fun, whimsical, pretty and inspiring. We had a great time recording it at Valerinho Xavier's studio in Brasilia. Transcription of parts and arrangement are by Pedro Vasconcellos who was also music producer and director on this particular recording. A great cavaquinho player, Pedro chose to be flanked by Marcus Vinicius, o Magal, on a 7-string guitar, Thanise Silva with the sweetest of flutes, and Valerinho Xavier, master of every Brazilian percussion instrument, inexaustible source of energy.

Lyrics

Olhe eu queria viajar pelo serenoMergulhar por essas cores amarelas do ipêCorrer por dentro desse verde do abacateE sair por um atalho na garganta de um tiê Me pinicar nas folhas soltas de uma urtigaE andar feito formiga procurando girassolOlhe eu queria tomar banho na goteiraDa chuva, numa aroeira me secarnum por de sol. Aproveitar o doce de um gomo de canaNo beijo de uma goiana sem poder nem respirarE explodir no canto lindo de um benditoSabiá, parar no tempo feito beija-flor no ar E ser o vento ter nas mãos uma sementeE ver ela se mexendo, ir crescendo virar florOlhe eu queria atravessar a gota d águaEsquecer todas as mágoas sendo você meu amorMas eu queria é que tudo fosse assimEu dormindo no seu colo e você dormindo em mim. Feito um pedaço de doce no céu da boca Derreter como um suspiro ver o cheiro de alecrimMão no seu corpo, calor de beijo molhadoSabendo fazer pecado, ouvir não e dizer sim

Translation:
I wish I could travel with the morning mist Diving into those yellow colors of the Ipê treeRunning through the green of the avocadoTaking a shortcut through the throat Of a Tiê birdBrushing against the sting of nettle leavesWalking like an ant looking for a sunflowerWashing with rain water from the roof leaks Climbing up a peppertree to dry off In the sunset Enjoying the sweetness of a sugarcane chunkIn the kiss of a Goiana until I have no breathThen burst in the gorgeous song of a blessedMockingbird, hover in mid-air likeA hummingbirdAnd be the wind, have a seed in my handsSeeing it move, grow and turn into a flowerLook, I wish I could cross a water-dropForget all sorrows Because you are my loveI would like for everything to be like this:Me sleeping on your lap You sleeping inside me.Just like a piece of sugar On the roof-of-the-mouthMelting like meringue, Seeing the aroma of rosemaryMy hands on your body, warm from kissesCrafty sinners, hearing no and saying yes. Maguinha - vocals, Marcus Vinicius Magalhães - 7-string guitar, Pedro LopesVasconcellos – cavaquinho, Thanise Silva - flute, Valerinho Xavier - pandeiro, deaf-drum, tamborim, shakers, brushes. Parts and Arrangement by Pedro Lopes Vasconcellos. Brasilia, 2014