- cifra
Do you know how I’m feeling now?
Do you know how I feel it how?
Some views turn me from up to down
In my dreams I’ve seen them around
I’m feeling in a Brazilian summer
Without sun, without sun
I’m living in a cold winter summer
Without some, without some
That I need it so, that I need it so
The voices are coming again,
the voices are coming again
Over, and over, and over
On my mind, on my mind
And I need it so
