Salt becomes sweet to every new pair of lips.
Not falling in love with you
Would have been weird
The sounds I hear are the slangs of your vocabulary,
My music is the exact sound of your voice
Salt becomes sweet to every new pair
Mankind has landed on the moon… How can it be
That I don’t have your address?
How can it be?
I don’t have your address yet
All Star — Nando Reis