O Violão [English translation]

One day I saw on a road

A fallen tree

It wasn't a simple log

It was pinewood

And a craftsman was sculpting

A woman's body on it

Afterwards, during the night

I saw the craftsman walking on the road

Gathering the moon shine

Making strings of silver

Which, if stretched, vibrate

The naked woman's body

And the craftsman, finally

In this wooden woman

He put his heart

And pushed it against his chest

And gave her a beautiful name

That's how the guitar was born

• Artist:Ana Carolina
• Album:Ensaio De Cores - Ao Vivo